Sick of his own face, he will shift away tonight. From a sliver to a fraction A fractional moment to an exact half of the bed. Growing till he is at last full, and yet... He will throw it all away again, as always. Devouring himself till there is nought. I sit up with him again uncertain...if he...Read more

Once in a while I like to wonder if you will be with me forever. If you will look up at me in the silence of so many words. In a place where time does not move. In a place where death can never find us. But today, you are aging. Your body aches, slowing your strides to an inch at a time. An inc...Read more

Love didn't love me as I had expected. Like an apple freshly sweet, peeling so smoothly it slices off your finger tips with little notice. It is so violently easy to love. So, when you bring the bowl to the table. It is so easy to believe that that is all it is. Well... at the very least you t...Read more

I would love to live, though my being protests. Cetacean trapped under the ice. Choose to surface in spite of. - (I asked for an omen, this prompt found me, by simple coincidence. Coincidence aside, it meant something, thank you.)

Sink forth into my waters grown red in the grit of blood and thick as the earth of the stye. As the earth of the tomb. Sink past the eye of day, the star of night, through the belly of fishes and sea. Sink so you may never again know the bittersweet taste that settles upon the muddied shore of pa...Read more

There is beer in my orchids like there are chips in my sandwiches. I tuck my pant legs into each other before I sew them. I cut the tops off my bay tree so it grows sturdy. As I loop de loop the strings to tye my shoes into bows. I do so many things just to keep on learning, I keep on making choice...Read more

When the heart calms not flutters Lowering lids to a moon's crescent. As the muscles hold no tension and the words speak loud enough to discard volume's purpose. Having no taboos for their own. When curiosity is as soft as the lamplight you read under quietly, while answering all my questions. ...Read more

You divorced the earth. Now you believe life is simple. You walk too quickly with little care for the journey or destination, feeling little in turn. So when you knock past the mirrors, the clocks, life, on your way to the next thing. You do not ask where the shattered fragments go. To you fragm...Read more

A mischievous smile spreads across your face as you pull out and place a punnet of cherries in my palm. Though it starts with a disproving squint from me. Both of us dissolve into soft chuckling. Knowing how expensive cherries are at all times of the year. We share memories of cherries told as se...Read more

In spring, everything refuses to die. The shongololos curl up beneath the dog bowl to avoid drowning in the soils of their bed. I make lunch dates with people who have hurt me in order to not drown in the volumes of thought. A second chance, will always be second even if its eventually the 45th. I...Read more

Candles that cast cast red unto the night night that settles into corners corners whose edges flicker gently gently my love know me me who is not beautiful or sweet Sweet is for flowers that close at dark dark is for the rustling you do not see see my sound hear my touch touch my face without lus...Read more

Rage roll back dislodge joints crawl on all four Rage

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow I am waiting for the codependancy to shed. For the cicada of self to be rid of the burden of other angry yesterdays. To split in half and crawl out from the debris of a house convinced it was home. Tomorrow's tomorrow, I will fly. Back to where the trees app...Read more

Its monday evening and I'm crying over a video of a man making fried corn. Its an odd sentence. I know. Its an odd thing to cry over. A corn being put on to the grill and coated over and over again in golden butter and batter, far longer than most are ready to commit to do, let alone watch. But I...Read more

I dream of you. Like the field mice dream of the musky pages of the books tucked into the pews of the chapel. I was forced to go, you know. Its not that I didn't love church. But I also truly didn't. Afterall, stained windows always feel like a more important god at the age of 6. Sermons like ...Read more