Yes, the colors of the on-again/off-again strands woven into your mane are a much-welcomed touch to your aesthetic and to the world’s. Your fins, at times made of spandex, other times made of cotton, are fluorescent and a foreshadowing of the songs hidden beneath your depth. While your voice may not be […]Read more "– mermaids are real –"
I play pretend in my realm of Technicolor daydreaming. On the schedule this evening, the compelling saga of two foreigners, aliens to the Earth, plotting against all odds to seize it for themselves. The tag team engages in secret language, coded wording known only to them. They scheme… they conspire… they send kissy-face and heart […]Read more "– darling & handsome –"
Spitting venom, the physical AND the verbal, on Asian women this Monday morning… under heat, under judgment, under waves of man-made disaster created by machines called governments that neither care to know your name nor care to know your story, machines called governments that neither care to know our names nor care to know our […]Read more "– misplaced ire from an irate black man –"
Our text messages tell the tale of our romance. New emojis create new pages in our narrative. Every “good morning, my darling”, each “good night and sweetest of dreams”, all the back and forth of adoration between us – they all cover my palms in gold, and while my fingers do not tremble, my heart […]Read more "– motorola lovin’ –"
You are greater than good… I just wish I had better words to frame you. Portrait misunder- stood… a wild child, but I don’t want to tame you. ~ You give me something to write about, talk about, type about, sing about, scream and shout out my mouth. You give me someone to dream about, without doubt. […]Read more "– something to write about –"