I’d drape this small poem across a portrait of her. I’ll place it here for now: “Subtle words you’ll never read, And very one-sided,… Read more “Gossamer but Sharp”
I was there. You don’t have to wonder. I was right there. Outside your heart. That’s how the problems set in. Outside your heart. And that’s… Read more “In a Hard, Sweet Way”
I reached for our divide, where moments become endeavors, endeavors subtly tucked beneath the wet planets of our eyes. Endeavors spread like spider webs between the… Read more “If found, please return”
I want to pour this night down my throat, then I want my breath to bruise the sky.
Write a fable write fables to the order of things, to broken commitments to bullshit owned & operated by yourself to her kissed hands, to eyes shut… Read more “A Note to Future Writers”
She wore that dress, wore it well. It warmed her breasts, ribs, and shoulder blades, held her soft. She bunched it up to her small nose, while… Read more “Polka Dots”
The dress she wore, wore her well: warm to breasts, ribs, and shoulders, held soft, bunched up to her small nose. The dark didn’t touch us, not… Read more “I Woke Up With Blood on My Jeans”