To My Poet
I am a cursive body running laps on your notepad telling you the story of how we first met. I am the best type of tickle -- a spark that...
Noodlehead Days
i remember taking snails home tan little palms became their home spending most days in july stomping on rain puddles to prove i could be...
Call
The issues – and there are many – start like this: The universe is a fishbowl in a science classroom full of high school freshmen. Eyes...
An Oasis is a Lonely Mirage
I knew you were dangerous the moment I pulled up to your house, you nervously walking towards my car with a spliff in hand. You leaned in...
White Picket Fences
Welcome to the land Of white picket fences Of home baked goods And good homey intentions Where actions don’t matter So long as “They...
Present Tense
i want to be alone in every direction. the way i stand, eyes closed in the doorway, listening for the rain — hesitantly; i...
Close Your Eyes, Open Your Mouth!
Producing the possible, from which the impossible reside. Choosing what's just, our minds can't decide. Assuming illusion, procuring...