Sinking Ships

We watch ships come and go from our docks everyday Waving them on past the horizon until they return Though some never make it back to our shores Leaving us to wonder what could have happened on their venture If they made it to the destiny for which they embarked Or met an unbeatable storm…

Flowers in your hair

Let me stick compliments in your head Like flowers in your hair Tack memories of your smile On a cork board behind your eyelids Dust off the bookshelves That hold your hopes and dreams And repaint that room of a skull With the kindest of colors SWD 01/2020 Here’s to a new decade. May it…


Born and raised Far from the place I would call my comfort A stranger in my hometown Visiting from a concrete haven These streets I memorized Get harder to walk On my last stroll I hope to get lost And stray from the road Maybe discover something new A small redemption To bring me back…

Beneath the Moon

The grass was dewy And cool against my skin The wind danced away With our smoke clouds The sky was dark But scattered with stars The moon hung high Full bodied and brilliant When I kissed you Beneath her glow Spring tides were not The only waters disturbed My oceans stirred My heart rode immense…


College was the first time I heard “non-binary” A term I had never spoke But somehow always knew the meaning As if it had been dancing on the tip of my tongue Since the first time I got in trouble for standing up to pee SWD 11/2019

My Mind’s Captor

I go home each day And make the conscious choice to Not take my own life Some days it’s easy To shake those terrible thoughts But most days it’s not My mind’s captor is Cunning and cruel but I won’t Go down so easy SWD 10/2019

I Jumped

Standing at the edge of the cliff That I always knew I’d peer over someday Ready to take this dive After years of preparation And flee the hoard of wolves Always trailing behind Scared to death to leap But more afraid to turn around So with nothing but faith I jumped Never again to touch…


I didn’t know what I was looking for When I started pulling weeds from this garden I just saw my plants were dying And dug through the soil Thinking it would be obvious what needs to go But by the time I had finished There was nothing left unturned SWD 09/2019

Walk With Me

Take a walk with me Through the overgrown grass That is my mind Where I have mostly traveled alone Through paths difficult to clear To turn the page Is to hold my hand Be gentle as we travel And gingerly step over fallen thoughts SWD 09/2019