poetry Afterlife 12 Jan 202012 Jan 2020 I was And I wasn’t, Then. I Lied deep Inside me; Crawl Creep and Cry free. I die to Remind me. — I lived All The life I had, And…
poetry You are.. 24 Dec 201713 Mar 2019 dead to me like: fallen leaves in winter, pupper lying/ laying on it's back, polar bears hibernating, mimic octupi when predators lurk by; which is to say, you are not…
poetry “You” is to “i” as “the” is to “My” 7 Nov 201713 Mar 2019 i've almost forgotten what it feels like to fall asleep on your back and not be afraid you drank too much you could throw up. i use you’s like a…
poetry menticanic 10 Jul 2017 a racing mind can't excelerate without a course to ride on. the oil spots leak down through your veins pollute and inflame the muscles with stress. the cars must be…
poetry I Need Feminism Because Peeping Tom 18 Jun 2017 The peeping tom has taken up running or biking whatever it is that requires two-piece spandex body suits and frequenting my coffee shop since I moved. -- when I feel…
poetry Somber Sobriety 17 Jun 2017 My brain wakes up and cries for the death of its living baby. so used to hurling ourselves [booze] down the hatch, the still afterwake unscathed is surreal; like crying…
poetry Spinster 12 Jun 201712 Jun 2017 short-shorted piggy-bunned riding that baby blue bike through the grass fronts of small business and edges of town on a monday day. -- no one knows you're 27. pedophiles eye…
poetry Addiction: Middle Management of Capitalism 11 Jun 201716 Jun 2017 exertion charred lungs feel good after branding, though spin class is actual hell. endorphins, you are not booze or coffee, but you are okay [for now] -- suddenly there is…
poetry Freight’d It’s Over 18 May 201713 Mar 2019 I saw you and felt nothing. -- if I was a tunnel, you used to be the train. whenever I'd hear you coming I'd brace myself for impending arrival. you'd…
Uncategorized blanket beats fire 22 Jan 201724 Jan 2017 I was taught love was the wrong details of an oil painting. the image: a blanket wrapped around a stranger in a desert night, desperately trying to keep warm…
