You ask me when I knew ink flowed through my veins like blood the moment I understood that truth simmered in the cauldron of my
Tag: ink
Poetry
A response poem to Davy D’s question What Is Poetry? on the Go Dog Go Cafe it is a stir an ache rising from my
Indigo
stripped down to ink to bone i am revealed surplus marble carved away leaving deep curves razor sharp edges baptized by neon lights bathed in
Moment of Transformation (reimagined)
You ask me when I knew ink flowed through my veins like blood the moment I understood that truth simmered in the cauldron of my
Poetry
A response poem to Davy D’s question What Is Poetry? on the Go Dog Go Cafe it is a stir an ache rising from my
Silence Severed
I held the silence for so long that it became a thing a monster with dripping fangs and sharpened claws that began to eat my
Our Blood Into Ink (revisited)
I reject the stifling silence I shall speak the hidden truth unflinching I refuse to smile through gritted teeth during the rewriting of my history
Bone and Ink
There is fire within that smolders crackles I am Phoenix ready to incinerate yesterday’s version of me I shed singed feathers like cherry blossom petals
The Truth About Words
The dilemma of finally finding her voice Was that it was not enough Simply to speak This voice Which had lain dormant Inside of
