how much space can a single person take up, a single person, their heart a balloon, filling more with air than blood, past themselves, past what matters, and the space taken up becomes infinite, The brightest screen is replacing the sky tod…
Revisiting the worst in us goes beyond a short trial period. It has to uproot the dried and damaged, for they died of thirst, and you were too late to properly tend to them. Let's reflect on this tangible fact for a moment, as the roots tur…
all of the lights in your car are turned off. Radiohead tinkers softly behind a forced fan. a forced fan, a forced smile, a forced hand on the steering wheel, and you are parallel parked in front of his house, with a little orange orb danci…
You didn't finish your eggs that morning. You left them to dry into small yellow pebbles Food goes to waste all the time, in any home. When you warmed-up the car that morning, The chill prickled each exposed hair, A cigarette run, that's wo…
One spring breath, lilacs and grass, would be a happy ending--not a wedding, sure, but there is a knife in the gut, the origin of the daily pain. Oscillating like a pendulum between wanting to live and wanting to die, I don't want to disapp…
works without faith, faith without works My wish for this upcoming week: no crises that need my immediate attention. Not to sound selfish, but I need to be able to take care of my shit this week without the powers-that-be interfering. Maybe…
My wish for this upcoming week: no crises that need my immediate attention. Not to sound selfish, but I need to be able to take care of my shit this week without the powers-that-be interfering. Maybe if I write it out and send it into the v…
My wish for this upcoming week: no crises that need my immediate attention. Not to sound selfish, but I need to be able to take care of my shit this week without the powers-that-be interfering. Maybe if I write it out and send it into the v…
I believe in ghosts: past mistakes, yesterday's words haunting me. When the kettle whistled, no one took it off the stove: ghosts screaming out. And yet neglect is commonplace, the stove left on, left to burn. The ghosts remain, are commonp…
When I was a little girl, and prayed with more regularity, I didn't ask God for much. I requested protection for the world's animals, and for my family. I asked for a watchman to look after every person and creature I loved. After these sta…
They aged quietly, without permission or notice. They're OK -- flowing things, moving from city to city and house to house. Dreams are particles; dreams are waves. They are usually consumed in silence, but suddenly the radio is in the backg…
Pushing back the cuticle for some catharsis, shaping a little crescent moon. Curling lashes with flashes of expectations, to catch your eye. Maybe you should marry me, a fixer-upper, but a sprightly thing. Maybe my temporary beauty can caus…