I’ve been forced to come to terms with where I was this time last year. I am ashamed of where I was, but am proud of how far I’ve come. This time last year, I was hungover and confined to the couch or bathroom to throw up. In the course of a few days, I … More Revisiting

Gold Series: 06

Gold Series Find the more from the series here (x) The intense way a sidewalk warmed By the hot Arizona sun burns my feet Is similar to the way your touch feels. Do you remember how you let ice melt Over my warm skin on that hot summer day in June? You were always so … More Gold Series: 06

Gold Series: 05

This is part of a poem series about being in love and feeling golden. Find the others in the series here: Gold Series. There’s a difference between gripping your hand for safety And relying on my own two hands to lead me to enlightenment. My hands were grasping green vegetation as we climbed that mountain; … More Gold Series: 05