Category: Note to Note

  • hypervigilant chickens

    hypervigilant chickens

    roost with a gun run from sunlight look for a fight forgot how to fly don’t want to know why pray they won’t be prey cry and wait cry and wait too late to cry and wait

  • i   am not   you

    i am not you

    we be free do you see what i free not be you see i what free be me

  • wrong


    all for naught fraught with care don’t be where you knot belong

  • to belong

    to belong

    i know i go i flow i see i free i me part of whole a soul

  • Shame Game

    Shame Game

    he covers her cage with his rage, takes her song, tells her she’s wrong, weak, shouldn’t speak. she waits long for dawn.

  • he chose me

    he chose me

    fresh with still-wet hair spit on my pubescent idea of fair, a wad on my head to add to my dread that he might lash out about a girl as wrong as a protest song

  • what is tomorrow?

    what is tomorrow?

    what is tomorrow? does memory make me? can it break me? am i what was said? was i led to dread? what’s in my head?

  • i gave a bug a hug

    i gave a bug a hug

    i gave a bug a hug she was here first custodian of the universe. i watered her tree, thanked her for visiting me. we’re friends to the end. it’s war out there. we have to take care of each other.

  • Every Word

    Every Word

    Every Word i never said because of dread lives in my jaw reading law books rings in my ears, gives me dirty looks, plays with fear i hold dear.

  • a tiny-tiny fly

    a tiny-tiny fly

    a tiny, tiny fly flew by asked do i know how food grows or the cost when the war on insects is lost?

  • up dating

    up dating

    go to my settings change my post type fix my code select my image click on my address save me

  • the Sound Cop

    the Sound Cop

    the Sound Cop signals my brain rides the rails of a squealing train won’t stop

  • Food Chain

    Food Chain

    Food Chain From my window i see hawks nesting high and ducks low. Soon, hawks will be busy feeding babies and only lucky duckies will grow.

  • to question

    to question

    to question why i feel like i serve the computer in my life what is your attachment style to your phone

  • to like

    to like

    to like a stick or a stone can break a bone. a like is a lick on a sugar stick, a tick in a basket of dreams deferred without a word.