Category: Poetry

• Waiting for things to feel

  Week 5 in Quarantine I can’t even cry because the emotions would be too heavy to carryand the days between white walls have washed emotion awayAs I wait for the next meal,a blankness blankets the day As I heal from every interaction it feels like a ripped off band-aidAs I yearn for solitudeAnd this is…
• Se io soltanto sogno

  Written March 18, 2020 my second week into quarantine
• i momenti

  Quando i momenti vanno troppo veloceAllora deceleròQuando i momenti sono troppo cortoAllora crescerò da gliQuando i momenti sentono troppo fattoGli disimballòE poi gli porto con me mentre imballo le mie valigie When the moments go too fastThen I’ll slow downWhen the moments are too shortThen I’ll grow from themWhen the moments feel too madeI’ll unpack…
• The best kind of makeup

  The best kind of makeup Is the space you take up The stuff you’re made of, your presence, the person undercover Once filters you place on Take off Until you face us and it’s who you grace us with
• A shred of doubt

  A piece of paper, pinkish, on it written some aspect of our lives.  It was found deep down, under all those layers of thick skin that took us years to build, under blood cells moving through our veins.  It was found beneath muscle, bone, and the breath that kept our body moving. In fact you…
• Night Light

  Another lonely pearl pin pierces fabric skies above, A lemon colored toothy grimace on the house it lies. And little dancing golden teardrops flee in their dismay, A blank white page that lost its glow in the ending of the day
• keeping young

  Is not that which is oldnewto the young who have never known it? Are not those who have lived longyoungerevery day they allow themselves growth? Time has a way of disguising itselfHidden in the endless trickle of memoriesbehind her pearly bright eyes and so I say  life never tires, It goeth.
• sometimes