You were never my North Star but a fellow traveler a cheerful companion who held my hand on a rocky path who sang me songs to pass the ...

We lie facing apart toes touching the warmth of your big spoon clinging to my skin like our tangled bedsheets -- April PAD ...

I used to wish my father would die now I realize that living is punishment enough -- April PAD - Poetic Asides Day 8: family

It was another good date We went back to his place I pulled him close we kissed we groped we fumbled It was a good time Until thing...

"Oh, you're a smart girl," he said, as if I was somehow less attractive because of my intelligence. "I guess so,...

we bloom in secret, stretching our faces closer to the sun each day -- April PAD Poetic Asides Day 1 - secret

I sneak I watch from the outside from afar I look through pictures I look through junk to catch a glimpse to understand the woman ...

Her soft belly and sagging breasts adorn museum walls we scurry past embarrassed by her audacity to be fat and adored, a...

the crows outside my window know I feed my dog at 8 a.m. every morning they show up to nibble the leftover kibble and laugh at the g...

Crazy means believing your sorry ass belongs in this country because your light-skinned forefathers illegally immigrated to a land ...