dreamland

this is not what dreams are made of.
dreams are not glamourous.
they are simple.
red brick houses
bread cooling on the counter
sunshine
soft clothes made of cotton
dirty bare feet jumping into the lake.
keep your glitter sequins bright lights big city.
keep your sportscars limousines convertibles.
keep your drinks designer clothes outrageous sexual encounters.
I want dirty bare feet tracking mud onto the [...]

liar.

liar. you don’t write? Bullshit.
Turn these pages. Now.
Can you see them?
Can you read them?
All yours.
It was a blank page and a cylinder of ink, but no longer.
A flick of the wrist and voila!

you did this

you did this.
you wrote this.
it’s you.
with your cannbis buyers pen, wearing gym shorts and needing a shower.
there are clothes on the floor, bags, books, shoes, paper.
not you.
you are above, alive and real.
you are loved and wanted and real.
so very real.
and you did this.

journey

she cries and cries and cries
til the tears run down
til the face turns red
til the head pounds and the breathing stops
sobbing without sound
she’s not hurt, not bleeding or wounded. she doesn’t understand. she wants to talk. she wants to know she’s not alone in this. she’s not dying or starving. not being hit or raped [...]

Her

Stop it right now.
She’s not prudish.
She’s not frigid.
She’s not wrong.
Stop telling Her She’s wrong.
Why are you trying to change Her mind?
It’s Her body, Her vagina, Her choice.
Who are you to judge this brazen, outspoken, ambitious young girl?
She has known for most of Her bright young life exactly what She wants.
Why should She change that to [...]