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
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...
Be the rabbit The muted dust cloud of life, smal… But although slight, the sight of… He sits like the first buttercup o… A lost earring in a shag carpet
But as my thoughts and my wishes d… With his feet dangling from his ch… The ballet halted. If I had died this morning, I wou… One day, he will grow tall, and hi…
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…
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…
Roadkill, Deformed fruit, The ticks I pry off of the dog an… Icarus, The stuffed elephant I still slee…
I have returned home from the part… Smoke is clinging to my hair and t… I have to squint when the phone bu… “Are you awake? I need you” I am spread limply atop purple bed…
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…
You met a high school girl today. She was sat on the beach, wasn’t s… Her painted toes digging into the… Her hair told stories the way old… It whipped wildly against her spin…
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...
You can spend your whole life desp… Waiting for the stars to fall to y… Praying for them to powder your ch… Until finally, that boy that sculp… And you will feel whole.
An empty embrace. A hug between two shells, two empt… “Look at how grown you are, I cannot believe you are already d… This is how we operate.
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...
