I've missed the way words threaded together grow limbs, reaching as they stretch toward your ears. A claw... a hook... wrapping around...

He stands there, surveilling the 'progress' I've made on my bathroom. Another haphazard side quest born of impetuous and being tired of...

The strangest thing I've observed about myself is my gravitational pull toward avoidance. I write that knowing full well that I am a deep...

I have regularly found myself at one over the past four years. More recently, swinging back and forth, a human pendulum, attempting to...

Guilt is a ball of napalm inside of a Jack-o-lantern on a crisp, Halloween night Eating... No, evaporating to the very core Staunch in...

I heard this comment, by Chris Perry that goes, “Taking a woman out of her masculine era and into her soft feminine era is a real flex!...

I can still hear his voice gruff with grief, screaming through the other end of the phone:

Healing is a jagged line and a crooked path I keep trying to do the work, but it's like quicksand Unearthing burials to get to the bones...

Slay the monster under the bed It’s what childhood exists of Monsters in closets and under beds rising from creaky floorboards and dark...

The blissful sours... It always does, though the expiration date changes I’ve never known a life without pain La douleur exquise, as the...

She survives on coffee and tequila but pretends to love whisky because it's harder And harder is what she's known She cries at paper cuts...

I could carry the shame in my veins but would that ever stop the blood from flowing? What I know of self-hatred and doubt is of weighted...

What great planes stretch beyond our comprehension. An other-worldly extension that whispers to us in our dreams. Wiped away in the...

I like writers who aren't afraid of the dark. Calling storms to paper with the tips of their pens. Diving into bottomless pits of...

(after Mary Lambert) I’m crying because I can’t find words And words are what make my world go I'll cry over spilled coffee too! I’m...

(after Chelsea Coreen) She is hot cocoa in mid-July and late to work again Because cravings don’t keep time She is a middle finger to...

Inside this crumpled paper on the floor Are the words of a poet who couldn’t find the words for a poem Tried to write a letter….but the...

I saw her tip toeing to the edge of her mind. I looked back to see her glancing at me. Her face was beaming with beauty but streaming...

My body beckons to you and rejects you within the same day. It craves you with a fierce power that hasn’t faded, but it’s missing...

I'm embarrassed of you. Though, I don't know how to tell you. Your awkward comments that take over the grace of your tongue anytime...