don’t you dare (pop), boy

Every poet must write and publish the story of their ex eventually, right? Or is that not a normal coping mechanism? Haha. Anyway, Feminine Collective was once more wonderful enough to publish this poem, and you can read it HERE. - Sam

ephemeral: officially released!

Hello, my dear fellow friends and poets ~ I just wanted to let you all know that my poetry microchapbook, ephemeral, was released on November 10th by Nightingale & Sparrow, and is available for purchase on Etsy! Thank you so much to everyone who helped inspire me to begin my journey with poetry, especially some...

~updates~

I seem to have an issue with disappearing, and life has indeed seemed to require my attention lately, but I’m back for now, at least long enough to give a couple announcements: 1) a couple of my poems appear in the Gone Fishing publication from Down in the Dirt and Scars Publications. 2) I got...

indigo

if blue could dream, would she dream of you? or share a tear, an inkling, a drop - So far from the ocean from where you came. and if counting starts at 2, is one a paradox? they say you were forgotten, but an eternal echo in a life that ends so soon is also...

somewhere between the grey

you walk the line of blue grey, or between the winter sky and sea. caverns drown below your stare, as Theseus sinks beneath. a cool that sets the world ablaze, echos a perennial paradox.   bound to books but not by them, a mind woven of mist and petrichor growling in harmony with the earth....

strings

you're too alive to be god but just barely. you don’t pull the strings, they pull you apart. creator of nothing, created by all, puppet of the puppeteer, you dream with your eyes wide open and your palms closed. but I too, am dying. love, they say prayers mend the broken, but your stitches are...

Wooden Poetry

paper, delicate and ephemeral as the wings of a butterfly paper, that blooms dying into ashes at the slightest kiss of a flame, paper, is so much less than you deserve no, this love grew from ancient towering oaks and fortified forests of winter pines swayed but not defeated by the wind or their distance...

Mojave Heart Review

I've always avoided writing love poems. They never felt real. But recently I have been inspired to give it a go with 3 new poems, and honestly did not expect it to go anywhere. But I gave submission a shot, and low and behold, the lovely Mojave Heart Review was kind enough to publish what...

Bittersweet

sweet sorrow, liquid gold each tear drop, honey covered bee sting. glazed eyes, melting, gentle misery i cannot despise the cuts of crystal sadness or silver sorrow.

Seasons

Hello friends. I have taken quite the lengthy hiatus. I plan to be back for as many moments as life will allow. In the meantime, I have a poem for you. - Sam she had a fascination with the moon but singed her fingers on the stars. she'd tripped and fallen with the autumn leaves,...