(A Practice in Poetry) Thick and texturedragged and rawNights spent in heaps of dreams & sweat.I reach for you, touch air – fingers don’t forget.(more…)
Out from the basement,A secret none can see.A toy, a pet, a human doll,Tired of feeling this way. It ticks, it clicks.It crawls,Out across the(more…)
Wasting my brain on this never ending game
My words scream my concerns, my schedule echoes them, all while my voice expresses the betrayal. Still you respond with “cool,” “nice,” and “just do it.” As if any of this is that simple to me.