Beyond Tales

There is an earthquake inside of me every month, it clots and drops through me slowly distributing cramps on the lower side of things....

“Remember when we were happy and carefree and laughed at Eric in class?” Where did those days go? or was it us who left? “We are not...

It grew, this thing we felt, stale Apart it was whole you were Lover, loved, love and then you saw questions that wouldn’t end ...

It was the line both kindness and idiocy shared—that was what confused our meetings. I took my action for kindness and she saw idiocy, the...

The brave face I wear is never washed It stinks with sweat my mother’s and mine She taught me how to put it on to fit my wobbly bon...

The thing that sets me free is caged covered with skin and breastbone The thing that sets me free is sore overworked, stretched beyond ...