Friday, February 20, 2026

Jump Scare (Thunder Struck)

If you happen to be a man
stop reading now
This poem is not for you
As a matter of fact,
if you are not Shan
skip to the next one
(or read Normal Font again)
I hope it’s just me and you now
(in the future, this will come full circle)

Your beauty is accosting 
Let’s start here
Where You hit the ground running
is where the rest of us meet halt 
abruptly

You make it feel easy
and worth it
And I know what “it” is
we all do
but not everyone can see
past skin deep
And that’s what is extraordinary 
about getting to know you
but the jump is still scary

If Jesus 
comes back
it will 
be 
as a woman

She convinced 
the whole world once
she was 
the son of God
and thinks
it would be 
a fun challenge 
to try again
as their daughter 









Wednesday, February 18, 2026

The Center of Intention

The notebooks I flip through
aren’t as old as they used to be 

but they all say the same thing

To sum it up in a line,
we’re only free when we’re together 





Wednesday, February 11, 2026

Without A Summit (String Section)


I stopped drinking
long enough
to let my hair grow long
bleach it
and grow it back out again 
I drank enough champagne
that one Christmas Eve's Eve
to make you fall for me

My brain has two gears
I love you
I love you in a knot
My fingers bled  
untying the second one
My shoulder, hips, back,
and thighs bled too,
I am unraveling for you 










Monday, February 2, 2026

Ecstatic Love Poet in Modern Times

Love is dangerous
these days
Not like it is in a poem 
More like a gun
with every chamber loaded 
It’s not, odds are it won’t kill me
If you point it at someone
and pull the trigger,
they will bleed out in the street
Not like it is in poetry 
when it just means
they fall for you

I don’t know
if that made sense
I am out
of my element
The muse returned
to my doorstep
A knock, knock, knock 
in the middle
of the afternoon 
And at first I thought I heard 
true love softly calling me
but now I know

it was screaming

IF 
YOU 
STILL
BELIEVE
IN 
LOVE
STOP 
KILLING 
US







Sunday, February 1, 2026

Oblivion, Merriam-Webster, and Holding on to Dear Life

One foot 
moves
in front 
of the other
A pattern 
that begs
repeating 

One heart 
(mine)
wondering 
how many
of 8 billion
have typed
“define oblivion”
recently 

I will tell you what it means 
verbatim 

the fact
or condition
of not remembering. 
a state marked by
lack of awareness
or consciousness 

the condition 
or state 
of being forgotten
or unknown 

the state
of being
destroyed 

Before I looked it up
I typed out the word
“humanity”
It hurts
that oblivion
immediately 
came to mind 

It hurts a little less
to know
that if even one
(any one of us)
of 8 billion 
refuses to forget 
everyone will be remembered