You can only fit so many words into a postcard.Only so many in a phone call.Only so many into space, before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness.
Whenever I hurt myself, my mother saysit is the universe’s way of telling me toslow down. She also tells me to put somecoconut oil on it. It doesn’t matter what itis. She often hides stones underneath...
When I meet you, in that moment, I am no longer a part of your future. I start quickly becoming part of your past. But in that instant, I get to share a part of your present. And you get to share a pa...
The TypeEveryone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else. -Richard SikenIf you grow up the type of woman men want to look at,you can let them look at you. But do not mistake eyes for han...
Still now I send letters into spaceHoping that some mailman somewhere will track you downAnd recognise you from the descriptions in my poems
Private PartsThe first love of my life never saw me naked - there was always a parent coming home in half an hour - always a little brother in the next room.Always too much body and not enough time fo...
Hands learn. More than minds do.
It is hard to stop loving the ocean. Even after it has left you gasping, salty.
Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I've tried.
You're just smelling for smokeso you can follow the trailback to a burning house,so you can find the boywho lost everything in the fireto see if you can save him.Or else--find the boy who lit the fire...
When they bombed Hiroshima, the explosion formed a mini-supernova, so every living animal, human or plant that received direct contact with the rays from that sun was instantly turned to ash. And what...
We both know how to hide our sharpest parts, I just don’t always recognize my own weaponry.
Oh, Brother. No matter your wreckage. There will be someone to find you beautiful, despite the cruddy metal. Your ruin is not to be hidden behind paint and canvas. Let them see the cracks.
Is there a word for the moment you win tug-of-war? When the weight gives, and all that extra rope comes hurtling towards you, how even though you've won, you still end up with muddy knees and burns on...
Forgive yourself for the decisions you have made, the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night
Fingers interlocked like a beautiful accordion of flesh or a zipper of prayer
We were dandelion seeds released to the wind, she asked for no return. We are saplings now. With gentle hands.
They'll be days like this my momma said.When you open your hands to catch, and wind up with only blisters and bruises.When you try to step out of the phone booth and try to fly , and the very people y...
She makes tea by hand. Nettles, slippery elm, turmeric, cinnamon - my mother is a recipe for warm throats and belly laughs. Once she fell off a ladder when I was three. She says all she was worried ab...