strings

youre 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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

coffee and cigarettes

[for Emma Claire]   drink the tobacco cyanide, soak in the full moon’s breath and light you are captivated by the night, enraptured in roses and the flavor of bitter   i saw you subsist and sustain yourself on nothing but coffee and cigarettes, i am convinced smoke and stimulants run you,   chaos writes... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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,... Continue Reading →

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