this is a poem about the difficulty of becoming. i wrote it while driving home from therapy. grey and(it's another)it's another out-of-sync wet dream; see what i mean? granular - some say flyrod, others nothing. all for it. how do you scratch the itch? please hold fast(as it runs)as it runs toward belly » Continue Reading
caught between skins, flashes of lives unlived cardshuffle flicker like film on different reels dancing like thin embers, visions of an actor on screen-- I have known only two textures in my time, of myself, those being sacred and base: out of place and out of mind, blank-of-slate-- terrified I spiral, a maples » Continue Reading
form,fury lightindeath softly wreak havoc,disciple; not so in determinate ways -- exercising caution full influenced,lord help this soul, your child feel pulse,indeterminate the grime of soot,blood,warfare love,motivator as yourself; arjuna incarnat » Continue Reading
I. "Who am I?" White, the whisper wanders out from Eden, some slouching slope of subcontinuity crumbling on waking as so many breadcrumbs spilling from those fancy foil packages. Why do they do that, put things in boxes? There seems to be a trend here, of covering things, bags-in-boxes and all. I wish they would jus » Continue Reading
hello i love you did you know i wrote this poem for you did you know that i wrote this poem for you and that when i was writing it i was thinking about you because you are always kind of on my mind actually did you know i meant » Continue Reading
Did you hear the neighbor's cat got run over? I only met it once but she seemed nice. I guess that's the way of things. I wonder what shelter they got her from, all those years ago, if it was nice. I guess that's the way of things. You go to the coffeeshop every Wednesday and, you know, there's people you see there every week with the » Continue Reading
what are some of your favorite zines?! I have made a few about cooking and tabletop games that I'll probably share eventually but I wanna know what you guys read/make! » Continue Reading
I recently submitted a bunch of work to a poetry journal at my university, but this one didn't make the cut so I thought I'd share it here. Enjoy. there are nights when the wind is wild and suddenly you are there; I feel you move against me in the starlight in the same sort of way that you felt someone watching you when we used to watch those old horror movies. you never did like the special effec » Continue Reading