Pestering funnel of delinquency, hovering in the stratosphere for a… from where we lit the lake of fuel… Spewing and billowing off to the n… forecasting trouble in the lands o…

You think it’s fear you’re drawing… but continue to relentlessly corne… and you’ll realize fear was a guar… a mask seeking to deceive, a prelude to the seething energy o…

I was open to trying. I was open to overcoming, and I found you running away. I don’t know where to stand, to make you not afraid of me.

Within the dead of those we choose… lies a truth forever gone. Within the dead of those we choose… choose to hate, or never cared enough to know

In these moments between focus, be… in these moments between effort an… in these moments between experienc… where I want to not want, but also… I have weak footholds for what is…

Dear Mom, I can’t even begin to tell how you might have reacted to the letter I sent. It was not intended to be hurtful,

There is something uncomfortable about calling this poetry, when it is pain. It would be further awkward to edi… defining it as work, refining the…

The chronic, liquefactive necrosis… Except the immortal soul carries o… with all its accumulated scars and… Whose soul is upon my life, to wei… heavily the inflammation of loneli…

The orange train screeched around the bend, carrying her. I knew I had to act quickly in my expressions of affection. I anticipated her every move,