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Jul 9, 20244 min read
Rennovation
I have regularly found myself at one over the past four years. More recently, swinging back and forth, a human pendulum, attempting to...


May 2, 20241 min read
A Spike in Guilt
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...


May 20, 20231 min read
Some Labeled it Villain; I Labeled it Love
I can still hear his voice gruff with grief,
screaming through the other end of the phone:


Apr 1, 20211 min read
Cotton & Quicksand
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...


Mar 10, 20211 min read
Slay the Monster
Slay the monster under the bed It’s what childhood exists of Monsters in closets and under beds rising from creaky floorboards and dark...


Feb 17, 20211 min read
It Always Does
The blissful sours... It always does, though the expiration date changes I’ve never known a life without pain La douleur exquise, as the...


Jan 9, 20211 min read
Harder is What She's Known
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...


Nov 26, 20201 min read
Shame in My Veins
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...


Aug 31, 20201 min read
Great Planes
What great planes stretch beyond our comprehension. An other-worldly extension that whispers to us in our dreams. Wiped away in the...


Jul 26, 20201 min read
I Like the Writers Who
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...


Jul 26, 20202 min read
Why Are You Crying
(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...


Apr 16, 20201 min read
The Patron Saint of Young Mothers
(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...


Oct 10, 20192 min read
Laid to Rest
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...


Oct 10, 20192 min read
The Lies That Took Her From Me
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...


Jan 28, 20192 min read
Crave
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...


Jan 3, 20191 min read
From Behind Your Palace Walls
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...


Dec 26, 201814 min read
The Uncloaked Banshee
Brona stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, pulling the thin skin beneath her eyes downward with the tips of her fingers, causing her...


Sep 16, 20171 min read
If The Mirror Bends
Butterflies over bulldozers And leveled foundations to unscripted paths By unscripted, I mean, unintended equations with wrong numbers...


Aug 7, 20171 min read
She
You don't look like her. Studying her stringy hair limply and lazily draping her shoulder. Her slender nose, so petite sitting upon her...


Aug 6, 20171 min read
Imagination
The scent of cotton candy fills the air. Vast is its depth. Vibrant colors bouncing between walls and around corners, never stopping to...
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