My Poetry

The Alien in the Alley

The Alien in the Alley   She is hairy and Abstract and lives on the walls with wings dipped in black.   She’s not a cliché fly. She is a jaw-dropping butterfly.   A goddamn mighty butterfly. With vivid, godly wings that are lengthy like sophisticated words. She,   a spellbinding creature, surrounded by bile… Continue reading The Alien in the Alley

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A Day In My Life

We Are the World. The World is Us.

John Keats once said, "truth is beauty, beauty truth. That is all ye know on Earth, and all ye need to know." The Earth is truth with its raw and real and naked existence, and the Earth is the ultimate beauty with no filter and no make-up... Enjoy the blue and green world's endless amenities and… Continue reading We Are the World. The World is Us.

My Poetry

Golden Girl

I am not your trophy... I am not here to be shown off, glorified, or acknowledged when your friends and co-workers come around only to be thrown in a box in your dark basement any other day. See, you probably don't see the difference between me and the golden inanimate object because you're not in… Continue reading Golden Girl

My Dreams While I Sleep

The Gorilla War

And yes, I mean gorilla, not guerilla... I don't know what I watched before I went to sleep last night, but I had the craziest dreams. I am so grateful that I am able to remember my wild dreams and be able to tell them. Anyways...   In my dream last night, all of humanity… Continue reading The Gorilla War