Six-foot-four, wispy comb over, gentle gray eyes. Laughing barefoot, sprinting down the Cape-Cod street. Burning blacktop scorching toes,...

I am sick of hearing that you would have been more interesting had you accepted that you were built for labor and not for love. You do...

There was a plane that targeted, there were birds that flew. Tightly smothered suffocation liquid pulse unto a mind at comfort swelling...

Today the sun finally broke through the clouds, And her warmth pushed through the frost of yesterday, The blacktop warmed, And the trees...

Echo lingers in the uppercut caverns In the walls- the little crevasses she’s wiggled her way into… -song Staying in the drop running...

I hate half boys Half boys who wear fake pearls With hearty laughs Cryptic comments, capitalistic comedown Half boys who wear vintage...

Gizzards skittering down the highway Whipping down the whirling winds wiping Red down pavement, down payment on the house Nextdoor across...

My Mountain Boy, wields a sword like a dove, Carrying me on horseback into the set of the sun, I’ve never felt safer that with you, My...

A grave, chipped & covered in moss, stands solemnly amongst its fallen brethren An acorn, fallen & lying at the bottom of a tree soaks up...

Tick tick goes the clock, The more is rings the more it talks. The more it talks the more we fear, The time ticks away and no one cheers....