Exaggerating, I know. It’s not even that hot in SLC right now but it feels like too much. I can’t wait for fall. Here is a short poem.
Category: Poetry
Freehand Poem #26: Working to Survive
I’ve been thinking about issues such as minimum wage and the wage gap for women lately. This is some scribblings in response. Worn out and torn up. The skin begins to crease, in lines of worry, lines of hunger and fear. We are trodden on, under foot as they walk all over us. How…
Freehand Poem #25
Rainy weather this week in SLC. I love it! Finally some relief from all that heat! Your words drop like ice against my skin. Forcing your way into the creases of my heart, trying to find any way in. Hoping I will crack, and break. Hoping that I will become weak and give in….
Freehand Poem #24
Can’t wait for summer to be over. The heat is unbearable and winter is sounding better and better. Summer days end, and the hell in my heart rages on. After the wind dies down, after the seas calm into winter iciness. I am still full of the fire from days long past. To calm…
Freehand Poem #23: Desert Death
Good morning! or Good Afternoon! It’s only getting hotter in SLC right now. I am trying not to melt and keep my wits about me. Listening to: Night Beats- Who Sold My Generation (Full Album) Desert Death My body, my bones. Dried up and sour. Cracked to the core I begin to crumble….