Poetry

Turnstiles, in my mind

Turnstiles, in my mind all energy,babyclaims of broken baggagedesires hampered by memorieseasing floods offoreseeable futuresgodly mazes…
Sonnet (Drunk Driving)

Tonight I wear my body like a weaponEncased in ruby dress and gold adornmentTo find my…
Things I should’ve said but never did

You gave me this knife and told me to cut.So I did, red lines carving over…
History Book

I open my body to you to show you yellow flaps of torn skin. Show you…
Hating the man I love

i hate you and i hate how you left i hate that i’ll never see you…
Warm Regards to What Remains

A rusted hinge still swingingin autumn-crisp wind.The scent of cedar burned hours past.Petals pressed between unread…

Turnstiles, in my mind