There are not   enough fingers or toes to  count how much  you tickle me — April PAD day 12 - counting poem 

  When they tell you   to make art of your pain they don’t tell you that you’re going to feel it so deeply that it rewrites your insides  li...

I took your words as  promises, as plans,  but they were just possibilities  — April PAD Day 6 - a blank poem 

Catching up with you is  like catching butterflies elusive and brief but beautiful  __ April PAD day 4 - “catch up” poem 

have I let myself  be rooted in the  shade of others?  Have I turned my leaves  toward any shiny object  mistaking it for sun?  Do the twist...

Inspired by Resmaa Menakem's work and teachings ... and a recent podcast he was on Your body was  not your own it served at  the pleasu...

Would you love me more   if this body was thinner  his thinning hair thicker her thickness less sexy their sexiness more tame his tameness m...