Poetry

The day of her funeral I saw a white crow and I knew she had crossed over.When I didn’t buy the radishes i knew it

This body knows scars and wounds. This body is soft and hard when it needs to be. This body doesn’t carry generational pain, only one’s

Paramedics blare their sirens violently through the inner suburbs of the city, No one turns back to see what or who theyve missed out on

Gemini woman, With your brave heart, your stern look and your coy smile. They can only wonder how many places you’ve seen, the people you’ve

There is frost on my windshield of our 1984 Mercedes. It was quite a popular car at the time. It’s mustard and there is a

Shadows and silhouettes, Dance under the midnight sky. Inanimate objects that bind you together And with that object you leave him behind. Moments of weakness