To make an old fashioned cocktail,Preferably with rye, You take a small glass tumbler, Put a cube of sugar on the bottom, Pour bitters over the sugar, Then muddle. Put in an ice cube, Then pour the whiskey on top. Garnish with a rind of citrus. This is an old fashioned love poem. Old fashioned... Continue Reading →
When I grow up, I will make wishes And not tell anyone. Like when you blow the candles out on your birthday And keep the secret to yourself. I don’t know how to keep anything to myself. It always pours out of me like blood or vomit, Spilling everywhere and it’s messy, Falling into the... Continue Reading →
In less than 2 hours I’m on another planet, Where mermaids walk on land And sugar is salty and sour, Where witches bask in the moonlight And offer you a taste of their homemade cigarettes, As they stare out into the middle of nothing Wishing their black hair would turn gray Like the ash that... Continue Reading →
Feeling loss Is a natural release. It is sorrow that flows effortlessly. To lose people who were never really your friends, Is like exfoliating dead skin; There’s still a little trauma Where the new flesh is slightly red and tender From it happening so suddenly and a bit roughly and all at once. My world... Continue Reading →
I could write a song about the tip of your cigarette glowing red in the dark on the first evening of summer. But when I put the pen to paper, I forget everything, Other than the feeling of how my heart stops when you stare at me a little longer Than how friends are supposed... Continue Reading →
Sankofa Virgo 