Category: Poetry


  • Are you okIt must be hard on youPouring the ashes for two But I am my mother’smother’s mother’s childBearing the weight is the proof That my love goes as far as the moonAnd If I’m dying I’ll die like a coon dogGo out with style and graceOr die from the grief of aLoss of the…

  • 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.

  • 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.