Thursday, May 16, 2019


Too busy struggling to survive within this current paradigm,
If I wait for it to get better I'll die without having changed the suffering of the crying.
I owe the world more than I can give back,
for my survival and holding this consciousness intact.
Have I thought of ending it? More than once.. stepped to the edge and rethought my existence.
Am I willing to put in work to see the world a better place? Is it up to me to spread love and put a smile on her face?
How long can we ignore the signs of our dying planet?
I can't answer this question for everyone but from where I'm standing,
It's up to me to enjoy what experiences I can.
Rome's been burning for a while now and yet I owe it to my son and the future generation, to raise him to know himself and to question if not his existence at least where he comes from.
These thoughts permeate my daily what do I choose to leave as my legacy?
Consume until death?
Or create and breathe life into this reality with my last breath?


Monday, March 11, 2019

Untitled by Rohan Shyne Dave

I don't know if you remember the days we built homes in the sand, and read poems that might land into the laps of our youth - come-unity and truth, 
Now, our bodies are bruised, but we grew ten feet high, digging our fingernails into dirt and sky, 
And now we're grown, found home in rivers, flow like veins.
But yall know we throw down like rain
Tryna defend the sacred,
Suspend the hatred,
Protect our stories and pray we make it,
They've been taking too many liberties, in place of our synergy,
My voice is a bullet and my heart is my weaponry-
Like a phoenix, we dip feathers into flames, and reclaim the ways we've
Coz we cannot be stolen,
We are our own

--Rohan Shyne Dave 

Sunday, February 3, 2019

Endurance (sounds so excessive when used in a sentence to describe living)

I think I’m dying every day and every day I’m fine            I’m frightened of the noises in the night / scared of my own shadow    


I am highly educated if I stopped comparing myself to every other woman I would

have the wherewithal to do something with those degrees rather than stare at them while drinking a martini

fuck you

fuck me please

I hate you and I hate this roof / these shackles / these binding terms

but I love you so - don’t ever leave me!      I have separation anxiety

has never healed in me since

I was a child

and you / my caretaker / my protector       I deserve nothing / I am nothing

yet I want everything - all of it

I take from this life                 but what is the give back       am I even supposed to give back?

where are our kids / our veins that we have cut and stitched

and cut and stitched again to make it right?

redefine a bloodline here and there when necessary / do what we can to stay together when the priest mentioned two-thirds of marriages end in divorce and for that pure moment we feel ‘special’   --   in with the one-third --

later I want to strangle you

but it’s all in a day’s work      the tears - those crappy tears

……at least you can cry you say……

--Donna Dallas

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Love- The Redeemer

In a spiraling world
of finite time
and broken
We get to
this thing
called life
Beauty will fade
Smiles will crack
Bodies will age
We all fall
And the best hope
we have
is to find
Someone else
to fall apart

-- Adam Levon Brown

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Life Moves Fast


I haven’t seen you for years–

not since long drives

of oaks to school in

snowy Februaries

both of us unsure where

we were going after graduation

and now you have a kid

I may never meet though I want

to see you on sunshine coast red

hair blowing where it may go

--James Croal Jackson

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Shut The Freezer Door


I am frozen in a block of ice

stuck in the absolute zero

of time how it’s rushing

water slowed down into

frozen eternity I mean it’s

my birthday today yesterday

& tomorrow being young

within universe expansion

transient in desire to shift

across continents & eras

what I want is to be known

past murky ice the good parts

melted out into a messy bowl

--James Croal Jackson

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Two By Holly Day

Why I’m Still Her(e)
When I tried to leave
you came to me and held my hand
called me your love, told me you wanted to fuck me
that was all it took
because I’m easy that way.

I remember thinking
halfway through
that I really should tell you to stop, I mean it
I’m really going to leave this time
but the flickering of the overhead lights was too distracting.

The endless rumble of passing trains
lightning and haphazardly-thrown buckets of rain
kept me close to you, even after that night
it still feels like a sign.

            Of the Long Way

I’m in love with the lonely ones, the hairy jungle children that watch
from beneath the wide spread of green leaves and vinery, clutching rocks
smeared with feces and coconuts meant for throwing. Angry and violent
they are wrapped in thoughts of consequence and self-loathing.

There is a Heaven waiting for them, someplace safe
from people like me. If they come close enough, I will give them
duct tape and gauze to heal their wings, teach them to walk upright
how to act worthy of God. There are stars waiting for them, just past the clouds

once they remember they can fly.

--Holly Day