Her hair is tied with a ribbon
Saying "This is not for you."
She wears a pendant of stamped brass
Saying "Non sum qualis eram."
"I have been a hero since birth,"
She tells herself,
As though that will somehow
Explain her scars.
She...
Experimental, Poetry
Saturday is for mechanics. Sunday is for terror. Monday is for acceptance. Tuesday is for purging. Wednesday is for anxiety. Thursday is for sleep.
* * *
When I am asleep The world changes around me. In spring, I am changed.
* * *
I'm no good at...
Experimental, Poetry
Between our houses,
there is a simple fence -
not a chasm, not a wall.
Chain-link, waist high,
bedecked with sweet-pea
and set about with violets.
Something we can tend,
something to feel good about,
something between us
other than nothing.
Experimental, Poetry
Every time I seek to change
my life, myself, my love, my name,
every time I try and broaden my range
in this shitty, all-encompassing game,
I hesitate.
With every change in my life
comes the terror of maybe losing you
of maybe being caught in...
Experimental, Poetry
When a light so far above me shines down,
I lose my footing, stop, look around,
and for once, see my way lit before me.
Through you,
I learn how I move.
Through you,
I see how I act.
Through you,
I judge myself.
When a light so far...
Experimental, Poetry
Beneath her coat was a whole identity:
A subtle form of ideas under soft fur,
A constantly shifting mass of meaning...
And somehow, she pulled it off.
She would go for days without shedding a thing,
And then, as if a bottle rolling off a...
Experimental, Poetry
Used to be you and I daily would walk
through the fields out back of the house and talk
for hours, spilling words and emotions.
These walks were our daily devotions
to each other over the years.
The fields, dotted with ponds, were our space.
We...
Experimental, Poetry
Whispering green.
Creaking tree.
...
Setting orange.
Backdrop sky.
Greasy black.
Pat on the back.
...
Overall blue,
Smeared oil
Mom tuts about the mess
While Dad gets a new shirt
Clinking silver
Bolting blue
I lay down thinking what...
Experimental, Poem, Story
Dreams Are Weird
For. A place, so va s t We. Keep, it. Small
it's like, we dont care. About~ this park, or our house.
Which ever we prefer.
Don't like. White picket fen-ces
Or ro-oms, or doors.
We separate, and rearrange
its...
Experimental, Poem, prose
Coffee shop, cafe music playing, showing ads, buses passing, showing ads. Browsing website showing ads. Rampant consumption and consumerism culture that touts the belief that there is something wrong with you and the only way to fix it is to buy our...
Experimental, Second Person
Okay, so in celebration of tiger day, a story about people who face a sudden appearance of stripes, all color is drained of their vision except for black and orange. The narrative alternates between a cynical look at the change and an appreciative look...
Experimental, Stripes, Zebra
We lay together
Our chests rising and falling
Looking at the same moon
Thousands of miles apart
We saw each other, but never touched
Never talked, never felt
Yet we felt closer despite the distance
Through triaging and salvaging we came to...
Experimental, Love, Poem, Story