Feathers and delicate bones assemb… prescribed to them like shadows It’s just the way things are, we still walk to work. Sometimes, on our better days, we’…
I know that you are afraid. The first tree to sing this April… It only knows the roar of the cree… Screams, indistinguishable from do… How should a tree know the sound o…
We are criminals. We are murderer… We set futures ablaze with the emb… We stuff black smoke down the thro… All while we clutch our own childr… But the battered mother still love…
Every summer’s Sunday for nine years had always been the same. My brother James and I would walk the uphill trail near our childhood home to reach a view over the reservoir. He would pa...
To have been in love is to be impr… Every piece of art I have made fo… It is as if even my paintbrushes t… Are constructed from your hair The fact that atheism itself presc…
I keep having this beautiful dream where you hurt me because you know me It’s on a planet where we can finally live with ourselves, the both of us It sways me to sleep at night, like th...
Turn the lights off My fingertips graze your spine, lo… I’m trying not to read the scoldin… Deter my hands from feeling out th… Silence the whimpers of the white-…
Love does not knock sweetly at the… Not like a new neighbor with warm… It reaches its tentacles through t… Seeps through the cracks in the wa… Smears its residue on the window f…
I did not want to kiss of course not but I wanted you to know I was st… in the passenger seat next to you I wanted to speak your language
My legs feel stretched and beaten like exhausted dough. I can feel my heartbeat pulsing in my knees, casting blood to the wounds and blisters tickled with salt water on my palms. My sop...
Roadkill, Deformed fruit, The ticks I pry off of the dog an… Icarus, The stuffed elephant I still slee…
There’s a dead bird on the side of… Like the bodies at the lake floors… Except this one had the insolence… The poor, stupid thing must’ve flo… I thought
The wind’s salty breath rushed between her curls, fashioned them into whips splayed across her face It was two in the morning, she had gotten the message three hours ago. Her chest ache...
Happy near August– the air felt like autumn today and I thought of you like our knees were still touching in the backseat of the cab. It made me wonder if maybe our story is stored in t...
A ritual turned to a riptide, it pulled you from us. “This is not you, it’s not you” I would whisper, clutching my own hands in something of my own kind of prayer while you tore through...
