there is a sweet perversion in this antithesis of being a thrumming echolocating divine misfortunes to blossom writhing on the innocent skin of raging wonder Tell me something I don’t know. Instead of crushing little elegies that stain the soul ashy and bruise the bones. A stuttering rendition of what we lost and how to […]

the moon and stars locked in stutterstep incandescent illusion intricate delusion i sought my center there i found you What if our soulmates are poems or star songs, or the way the light bends the shadow of a tree? Or waves of a cold dark sea across tender places never touched before? The darkness inside […]

There are many ways to leave someone, ligature marks are only one There are bruises over bruises over a deeper, understanding heart and over my fingertips I know there are secrets in the trees but they are never in the moon or my scarlet-blue bleeds because of certain hearts and the way they fit with […]

there is a ringing in my head a hollow moon an uncut jewel a marching band of the indecently deceased Unplanned indentations in the paragraphs of my existence only served to complicate an already knotty semblance of self. A gigantic surly indifference took control and a contrite note in the key of b-natural buried herself […]

Folding words at the threshold of your sudden laughter I’m still farfetched and easily damaged. Driving home soul gravity with echoing intention, Liquid starlight beckons a low-key desire the wind swirls over the beach, the taste of salt with the hint of grit, a reminder that all was once under the purview of the sea, […]

the schism opens across the sky tongues of emerald dancing Nothing moved but his tongue across his power lip. Her edges softened as her teeth closed mercilessly on her tongue. She glanced upward, her glasses slipped forward as the sky turned a magical shade of lavender. Opiating into a daydream of curved spines and sun […]

a radial fracture spiralling into the eye of the storm brewing just at the edge of her transient stare Common misconception, personal demons are easily understood by others. My hunger for tenderness and sensitivity is found in the gift of spring and reawakenings. My sin is cyclical and full of glowing embers, repetitive in its […]

the azure tinted moon sending chalk dust tears to shimmer slightly through the spectrum of unintended sadness rendered in monotonous shades of inverted dream It really didn’t matter how happy she was, how pleasant the world seemed, there was always something lurking under the surface of her skin. Maybe it felt like tingling but she […]

I’ve wondered what music feels like to normal hearts, but before long I just settle into the silence. (she slides across my skin like a spring breeze, her words grasp hard and i never want them to let me go) As a three am ache hits me, I realize we simply weren’t meant to survive […]

the moon hung slender a curved fang stabbing hungrily at the restless waves Sometimes we cross dead ends like cherry blossoms in the wind and wonder why we end up in empty space without any warning. Trying to light flames of regret or burning anger in hopes we can feel our way out of the […]

Her tangled limbs of no regret touch your kiss and slip between your pages, her tarnished metal lockbox fills with hearts and bones and pieces of planets. his jigsaw psyche of earnest affections fill the pen marks you scratch carefully, his insatiable need flows into the lock tickling tumblers to the universe inside. She carefully […]

in the misty mornings of incomprehensible sorrows calculating inifinities eagerly seeking the right combination that leads to her heart They loved in midnight blues and should have known betters. They parked in dreams and whittled sentences into sorrowful sounds. They covered the horror of everyday things with fairytale kisses and found beauty at their fingertips. […]

I don’t always know what made me, the morning sun, my mother’s womb or morning rituals of loves greatest losses. My loneliness feels ancient and I’m not blaming anyone. Not even the last life I lived in the creases of every scrap of raw silk. I saw the singular loop of unrestraint and taught myself […]

i trace my fingers along the spirals of the fossil, the calcified ridges rough against the callous callused touch of my absent wandering Wonder me into realization, Take my stubborn appetite and what goes beyond fault on my thornless primrose path of soft ash and inky toes i fall happily into the cracks willingly exploring […]

i have seen unnatural disasters in the most beautiful sighs, bleed them into mason jars to catch the sunlight as it ripples through the trees, to use as watercolors down the curve of her surrender in broad strokes She’d watch the trembling in his eyes, felt the isolation fall from his fingertips as the grey […]

you smile at me, sharp a sweet kitten, with a lone scared canary, to move like a razor over my constricting throat I don’t have a means to an end, just instinct and a blend of honey and lemon that makes every touch sting. There’s beautiful footage of little trapped butterflies with their wings beating […]

gone, past the edge of winter, she was gone, gone, gone, a last swirl of snowflakes spinning in her passing the sparrows hop, from branch to branch, in curious titillation, the red squirrels skitter in search of forage the wind blows vaguely from the east, lackadaisically over the fields of infertile blessing The vacant stares […]

she sat on a rock, which was odd as the rock was in the middle of the water, sticking up like the angry finger of poseidon, with her, sitting majestically under the full moon as if this barnacle crusted stone was a throne, carved from bones of sea itself Disdain? Yes, perfect word for the […]

I dreamed of the weight of your hand on my hip and a labyrinth of silences tenderly landscaped by harsh words and solitary sentences i dreamed of the salt of your flesh on my tongue and of kharma and tao as portrayed in the subtle way the moon controls the tides I’ve been a peony […]

Someplace inside those strung out little miracles, it’s still raw. somewhere inside these jagged little vivsections, it’s pure magic Monumental love notes in the key of peony petals are snows deepest secrets and my hearts finest healing black ice on the byways between thoughts, a blizzard of pollen tickling the edges of the afterglow of […]

in the morning song of the sparrow, i hear your voice She wants to touch him the way his music does, fluidly and on his knees in the silver light of the moon, i feel your presence Her bottom line is showing and it’s his name written in flower petals under the magenta skies, the […]

her lips like silk against the smooth skin of my shoulder as her breath danced along sending chills down my spine She always loved the tone of my laugh, it wasn’t just the sound, she’d say, but the tone. She described it as naked, raw and like a cinema of memories, miracles and glittering geodes. […]

Sometimes light is layered between shadows of turquoise fauns and raspberry Jell-O shots. Sometimes my sin tastes like the cool edge of indifference and your fingers. I’m just a girl with a head full of garden flowers and imaginary oceans and darkness like you’ve never witnessed before. When I break open the untouched depths of […]

she wore a shell a diaphonous spiral that draped her like paper mache over the tchotckes in her effervescent heart She came from violence, She bit her lips and swallowed the blood as flesh rearranged itself. She spit her teeth out one by one and washed the charred skin daily to keep wounds fresh. When […]

it begins the vacuous space begins to shudder there is a pressure the moment after a deep cut before the blood wells up when everything is sitting on the cusp of either fine or fire Never entirely sure what things signified endings and what represented new beginnings, she winced under the weight of his words. […]

each day everything breaks a little bit more but each night my petals sashay around my heart whispering your name. my tongue melts poetry through your flesh as moonlight tends our wounded souls she described a sunset, walked me through it in reverse, spinning the globe the direction she chose, utterly regardless to simple physics, […]

I’m too late to be an angel she’s too early to see my horns I’ve got penance stuck in my tender veins and I won’t dare let you come up for air i kneel on broken glass, crawl through a forest of thorns just to taste her air of supplication The intersection of love and […]

the ink swirls across the blank page that is our story slowly filling in the page with words cast in images cast in flames cast in the purity that only comes from rolling in the dirt for far too long the sunflower stares at the sun bobbing its head in the breeze as clouds wrap […]

i swim in your ocean diving through your deep beauty an invertebrate unafraid of being crushed by the pressure inherent in one as endlessly magnificent as you The never ending strike in the knowledge we don’t see ourselves in the way other people do. It becomes a philosophical query nearly every time, do we have […]

at the sight of you i feel the incalculable weight of a thousand kisses fall like an avalanche across my chest breathing becomes labored as every cell screams not for oxygen but the rapture of your embrace i am lesser for your absence yet infinitely more for the simple joy of knowing you You slip […]

o’er the fields of lavender down the cobblestone paths winding through fairy tale forests a ring of mushrooms a beam of golden light your name weighs heavy upon my tongue your smile in each and every heaving breath i wait for you to saw me in half my every instinct is to believe in your […]

It didn’t even hurt right away and I wasn’t sure if that’s because of the numbing sensation of regular living or if I was stupidly unprepared Mesmerized, I watched the droplets collect and become heavy with disdain as I held my heart high and they fell with a shameless splash. a good cut, deep, those […]

I have bent like the wildflower fields under the windy darkest night. I have broken everything and had to put it back together. I’m aware we have never crossed paths. Yet I’m caught by the shore of your lips and the asylum of your caresses. We should count the poems we write and our day […]

there is an oil slick between waking and dreaming, a rancid film that separates the two worlds there is a cold spot on the surface of the sun, a lone sanctuary amid the bubbling heat of plasma Vacancy mixed with the smell of burning flesh. Must be morning and I must have been dreaming again. […]

i watched the snow fall, fat flakes that melted as soon as they hit the windshield, i didn’t bother with the wipers, just watched the water run down Hold my hand dear snowbird Let’s make little cocoons and bury our treasured scars Let’s skip this season and the hardest winds she was a patch of […]