i am a bloody head stuck thinking of bundling veiny clouds into shapes of snow angels she used to leave before the thaw against seasons that shorten each year while i sink and forget how to swim and realize how long has it been since i have been gobbled alive by ocean waves tasted the … Continue reading
they say poetry is dead and this is true for there is too much death in poetry and even more in them * catch it catch it the boy threw my way a spider who was put into a jar watched as it built a web with whispers of catch it catch it even though … Continue reading
tell me what i am missing, love, besides for my love left untold and not missing me * i have never met a poet just casual visitors to the tunes and keys like birds who sometimes get their songs wrong * smiling under the hood i cut from below he holds me after years of … Continue reading
I was left believing that I’d do anything for you but this is the left over bits of anything, and you have lost faith in us despite everything, which I suppose leaves me with nothing except this. * I want to write a line that would fix all of it but I only have this … Continue reading
