“COLOR” ,, (??) a poem to myself, about myself, (or anyone else)

Have you ever said a word so many times it feels foreign? Like, “COLOR” ,, (??) ,,Color. C o l o r ,, C / o / l / o / r ‘ ………………………………… a scratch at the back of my throat, a tongue flutter; I spit the out the word with a flick ofContinue

Poem: I feel so much us connected

I feel so much us connectedthe thoughts of the ancestors & genes, our omnipotent mind. / There is somethingpast bone which is calling me home & it’s not inthis body of mine… Which is really // the onlyreason for this earth-time,,, business (as usual). Comparing to prove it: a bard’s lyrical linescan say nothing moreContinue

identity pride //

I’ve never celebrated a pride month.  See, I’ve always identified with my assigned birth gender, a she/her woman & I’ve always assumed I was straight. Why not? I have no desire to touch or even see a boob. I have no place in pride spaces, I’d thought. (& pretty much still do. Yikes.) Background:: IContinue