Suddenly, I always had a reason, an excuse. It was a cover story, my little song and dance. I could get out of almost any quandary, the ...
Showing posts with label Writings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writings. Show all posts
I Need a Minute
I need a minute. A minute to myself. And by that I mean I need a TARA minute. A minute where warm milk is served after work and right ...
My Hands & His Hands
I'm trying to be more sensitive to myself, in recognizing that my skin is very busy being skin holding everything inside and my veins ha...
I'm not the brown sugar
I wasn't planning on writing this for you. In fact, it was taking everything in me not to write this for you. It's ju...
This is because I know who I am
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart; I am, I am, I am." - Sylvia Path Tara Rae John...
Warp
It's the way he brings you to the Atlantic after spending so much time at the lake. And instead of ticking in clocks you're infinity...
Typhoons
Just like typhoons need islands to crash on, like islands need trees to take home to, like trees need humans to recycle their carbon dioxide...
I'm at the library.
I love when asking for directions turns to asking for phone numbers and phone numbers turn to meeting at the cafe and cafe meets t...
today was the greatest day of my life
I woke up on time and when I sat up, I could smell wet pavement from the open window. The rain sounded like a brown bag of rice s...
romans
Things this poem makes me feel -young -kinda dumb -like moving to new york -and it gives me some pretty trippy personifications it ...
Let me tell you what it was like.
You know that time? When you wake up 5 minutes before your alarm sounds. Pale blue sunrise through the curtains. You forget why you...
I Just Know
You never really asked permission to show me the garden. But you picked the lock and led me to the flower bed of my words. I found us sl...
Rainwater Massacre
To you, it was just sealing envelopes. But to them, it was a massacre. Like to you, it's just holding hands. But to ...
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