Lovers resting lazily atop the bones of their ancestors.

Bones on bones

the living against the living

the dead against the dead.

One day to be interred not in their native ground

amongst those from whom they descend

but relegated to the concrete chaos of modern civilization’s making.

the engagement poem

The Engagement

You told me we had affair sex.

The kind of hot, steamy connection only gleaned from unfaithfulness.


We were both unattached at the time

But you promised that if you were ever lucky enough to find someone to marry

You’d break that holy promise with me.


As if that ring you’d slip around her finger was a broken circle from the start

My cunt already calling as she said “yes”.

lady liberty

Lady Liberty

Why don’t we care about our women?

Why does our society refuse to protect their liberties and rights as human beings?


These are the people that birthed you,

brought you into this world, then

fed you

nurtured you.

And you turn around and tell her she can’t take care of herself?


I am dumbfounded,


that my sisters and I continue to be misrepresented by a cesspool of




cisgendered men

who can lo longer see their dicks over their pot bellies

but refuse to make decisions based on anything else.


When will the halls of the US judicial system start to treat women as equals?


Lady Liberty:

When will we start taking her at her word?

believing her?

ensuring she is represented?

defending her rights?


When will the balances finally tilt away from the old guard?

Abandoned Abroad

I don’t have a country.

The annoying orange has occupied an office that was intended for someone with even a thread of moral fiber.


I don’t have a home.

The one I knew collapsed into a chaos of bipartisan shouting matches.

A society where good deeds and valid ideas don’t count unless you post them on social media.

A government violating the people, forsaking the people, determined to pull the bigotry-soaked red, white and blue bandana over our eyes.


A nation so preoccupied by the latest radical executive orders, that we’re blind to the more forboding and lasting measures being slipped through the iron bars of Congress.

A nation that has officially discredited anything seen as “other”.

A hypocritical nation completely oblivious to it’s past: Founded by rejects and religious refugees, yet now unwilling to accept them.


A country I’m no longer proud to call home, but a place where I must now sheepishly admit to having been born.


A place I hope in my heart of hearts will prove unworthy of this shame,

will fight back to right the wrongs,

will work to mend the gaping wound spewing red and blue all over our butchered nation.


But seeing the steps forward we made

and how we’ve regressed

leaves me little hope

for future progress.


I don’t want what most people want.

I dont want the nice clothes,

designer handbags,

the engagement ring,

the wedding,

the down payment,

the career that defines who I am instead of defining myself.


I want more.

I want to see the world and everything it has to offer;

smell its stench,

taste its riches.


I want freedom.

Freedom to move freely about this Earth,

to meet new people every day,

to experience something different at every turn.


To steer clear of what’s expected

and dig out my own path –

one not restricted by tired expectations,

unnecessary regulations or fear.


A life lived by the law of being uncomfortable.

A tireless pursuit of what makes this world what it is

and who I am in it.