Tag Archives: Poetry

Vaginas are Coffee

I have learned this, I am educated, and, therefore, it must be fact. Vaginas are coffee consumable when cold, warm, iced, or far above the legally consumable limit served sweet, bitter, and/or a little milky (maybe very milky) fat-whole-soy-a little bit of skim add a little bit of flavor and stir the stick swirl the spoonContinue reading “Vaginas are Coffee”

I am not Late

I was late today because I was on the phone with my sister planning a two week trip around Europe. We haven’t seen each other in four months. Way too long considering we lived an hour away from each other, more like ten states, or two vodka shots, or one broken jeep and a trenchContinue reading “I am not Late”

Ha! Poetry

Ha! Poetry is what? Comparing a flower to the complexity of a woman’s face? Taking the magnificence of a sunset and lowering it down to the level of a canvas’s paints? Or taking something catastrophic like a combusting star and comparing it to a high schooler’s day? Or is it the ability to rhyme? To be ableContinue reading “Ha! Poetry”

Who are the People that would Believe Me?

Who are the people that tell you yes? Who are the people that tell you no? Who are the people that tell you to be? Who are the people that tell you to be anything but? Who are the people that make you? Break you? Throw you? Lift you? Who are the people that areContinue reading “Who are the People that would Believe Me?”