Category: Poetry

  • Stop it, now you’re just trying to make you cry

    undoing nothing, memories from midnight to 4am, sunshine through golden hair, out of the tree and into the birthday cake, sing psalms to a frightened child, touch the softest part of your hand to his brow; stop it, now you’re just trying to make you cry.

  • I’ll take the house fire, please

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    grip the leftover skin and pull, separate the tongue with doubt and bite, blood sugar in the gaps of teeth, swish with ocean brine, disrupt the despair with a careful smile, will not do anything without a drug of choice, otherwise four blank walls anticipating a house fire.

  • Ignaz Semmelweis’s Lament

    In Sciens, Nemo NocereWe, the Guides and ExplorersWe, the Healers and View-changersOur timeless assembly of Professors and Prophets We, the Witches and Heretics We, the Charlatans and Truth-tellersWe stand, foot to shoulder, free of the burdens of our discoveries From towers of magic and meaningWe guard energy as the traits The Stars chosethe words written The…