Ambivalent Heart

Still feeling angry.

Still feeling hurt and betrayed.

But damn! I miss you.

My Box

Just like Pandora,

Opening my box won’t kill you.

Years should’ve proved that.

Independence Day

You know why you’ve lost?

Cause I didn’t cry once today. 

I call that a win.

Out of a Muddy Death


Ophelia swims!
Just when you thought you’d drowned me,
I came up for air.


So many faces
I need my sanctuary
The place I call home

My eyes opened…

And I saw color.
I saw gender and the scars.
Scars that aren’t seen.

Forbidden Haiku

You, my sinful one!
Who loved me as a Woman…
I never thanked you.

The Fall of (Wo)Man

What are you, Weak One?
You whose insides drip out of you like shame.
Whose worth is not marked by quality of character, but by the amount of produce seeded in your belly.
Does your existence only matter when there is fruit within your womb?
What are you?
Are you more than just a mere rib set aside to provide companionship?
To provide comfort?
Can you stand mightier than kings?
Divinely as gods?
You whose frame and feature is compared so often to that of a delicate flower.

What are you, Empty Strength?
You whose so numb, you couldn’t tell a winter wind from a knife in the back.
You who pleads in silence for a safe place to cry.
But instead follows the fold in a parade of rage.
What are you?
Are you more than just a pile of dust molded into a play thing for a fickle father?
A forever-child searching always for his abandoning mother?
You whose pride is more valuable than the opportunity to connect.
The opportunity to be human.

What are you?…
What are we?

WoMANity Haiku

WoMANity Haiku

I may be Woman
But also Human. Not beast
So I need not roar




She is Anima.

The illusion of your world.

The misleading of man.

Disguised as mother, lover, nurturer, friend.
Yet chaos to the mind and poison to the soul.

And, you, Little Lamb.
Lamb of God.

Always caught in the storm between the axis of the world and the illusion of the mind.

One is truth and freedom,
One a seemingly warm womb,
But it’s only goal be to consume thee for her empty pleasures till another lamb come along.