His Name Was Michael Brown

Someone is dead but there is no justice
Someone is dead but there is no justice
Someone is dead but there is no justice
they say it just is
and ask no questions.
Is Liberty blind,
or was she taught not to see?
Echoes of history grown from strange fruit of the poplar tree.
Reading by wrote but cannot spell,
A mother lost a son
and they say all is well.
Who will dispute the story
a dead man can’t tell?
Originally posted to Hello Poetry. Inspired in part by a status post from Poet Andrea Gibson, Liberty Needs Glasses by Tupac Shakur and Billie Holiday’s Strange Fruit.

Cover Reveal: Inhale the Night!

Good morning, everyone. I am super excited to share the cover reveal for Inhale the Night, a poetry collection by my friend and fellow poet, Ben Ditmars! I’ve been waiting for this collection to be released for awhile now and I’m happy to say that it is currently available for pre-order on Amazon! Speaking as someone who has gotten a sneak peek at the book, it’s amazing and you do not want to miss out. I am a huge admirer of Ben’s work and if you love poetry then you’ll definitely want to grab some of his other books, too. So, are you ready? Remember if you any questions or comments, please leave them below. I love hearing from you! Thank you so much for being here.

Join Ben Ditmars, author of Night Poems and Haiku in the Night, on his final journey through the Midnight hours. Explore and breathe with him as night descends and stars emerge into new memories. Through free-verse, epic, and haiku poetry, some roads are darker than others….

Inhale the Night

Release Date: 10/10/14

Available for Preorder

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Find more: on Amazon




Domestic Violence & Child Abuse

In the middle of the night, it always seemed like I could run away when it would get light. Sometimes I’d get dressed and lay there waiting for the sun, but when it came up he’d be there, pretending things were normal and it seemed so much better to just pretend, you know? It seemed like I imagined all the other stuff and I really wanted all of that to be something I’d imagined. And I ended up feeling like I was just as guilty as he was, like it was a crime we were committing together. And every time someone calls me a victim…I feel like I’m the biggest liar in the world.

– Dollhouse, season 1: episode 11, “Briar Rose”

Why Am I Here?

Well that’s the question isn’t it? I’m pretty much all over the internet right now. I have two websites, a bunch of social media profiles, two blogs (now) and yet, something was missing. My website is great, but when I started it I wanted to re-do it as more of a portfolio and what I ended up with was a messy attempt at a website with a blog. I still had things to say…and nowhere I was content to put them. I recently ended up on Tumblr, (mostly out of solidarity) and I’m still trying to figure out how that works. Let me know if you have any tips.

I’m a huge believer in gut instinct. Nothing was clicking in the way that I needed it to, and so, I had to change it. Here I am. This is the place where I will (hopefully) pull myself together and give my poetic voice the space that it needs. I’m happy to be here, and I hope you are, too. Let’s get creative.