"The most beautiful part of your body
is where it's headed. & remember;
Loneliness is still time spent with the world."
Ocean vuong

It's a tough time for dreamers
But

"No one becomes an artist unless they have to."
Janet Fitch

"The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart." -Janet Fitch

I remember things he says
He's profound and absurd
Using words that penetrate
His language swims through my skin like roads on city maps
I'm a discovered recluse painted.

His tongue doesn't grow flowers and plausible reactions of mine don't provoke his words
Our mouths intertwine with unmanageable forests
Without echoes
An unkempt birthplace of toxicity tunneling into our
black hole hearts

I feel pretty empty now
And I'm **** sure I'll feel a lot more empty when your gone
But that's no reason to keep you around.
I'm not that selfish.
I'm a flight risk anyway.
You'd be uprooted every time you felt comfortable and you'd learn to run away from love.
You'd live your life saying goodbye without being good at goodbyes
And I'm too hurt to love you.
I want to show you the world but I haven't learned it yet.
I want to take you to the brightest places and keep you from the darkest
But it's dark out here and I'm lost.
I want to show you hopscotch on the stars and read you stories from the moon.
But I live underwater.
I want you to meet exuberance and elation
But those relatives live far away.  
I'm sorry.

We watch the perpetual war in the sky
The vivid colors of the gods
Bleeding before the mountains
A sultry foreshadow of nightfalls' catastrophe
He waits for the Suns' demise
Under the Gemini Moon
My Twin Legs split open
Wolves echo in synchronicities of
Madness
In the morning I call for Zeus
God of Thunder
Crack the earth open
Let my lovers fall to the underworld of your brothers  
Wash the scents of greed from my hair
And the hyrogliphic bite marks from my thighs  
Or bare my soul to wind
Starvation and feast
It all tastes like love
under the Yellowstone moon.

Raina Grace is stardust!
-with abundant sources of love. She's friendly, sensitive, trusting and brilliantly mischievous.
Rain's stubborn at times but empathetic always.
An animal lover and adventurer prone to tone-deafness.
She does what she does with entirety and concentration.
She likes her things the way she likes her things and we admire this, we call her Greg jr as she takes after her daddy.
Raina's a leader most days and a team player on all days.
Raina doesn't cry in baseball and she might 'dot an eye' sticking up for herself. Little rainbow is powered by love.
She'll be the first woman in baseball, first to land on Jupiter, the next Taylor swift, a world-conqueror, a cowgirl and a unicorn simultaneously when she's grows up so you better get an autograph while you can.
       -her sister

I hope you never experience the distant, dark corners of your mind overlapping like molasses in a metal drain
I hope when you open your mouth to speak you don't expel whispers of ash from your burning soul
I hope you dream of colors that aren't me
When she plows into you
You feel edges of malleability
I hope her tongue doesn't burn you
And her thoughts don't *******.

I float from smoke-filled lungs
And the crackling of fire keeps me up at night but
Amber and honey
I love the taste of my volatile soul and I'm sorry you didn't.