I feel ill when I wake upfrom the want to talk and havingno words to fill an empty page.Something hiding in my stomachhungers for the lull of the stor..
Something long dead andaged, drowned in barreled wine;floated up to drooping ceiling tileslike an orange peel bobbing atthe underside of some lonely p..
I wanted so badly to write you booksand poems I could sealwith lavender and wax from aburning candle.It's a shamethat you don't like to read.Words don..
I stand at the edge of a drop-off;the roots of trees gnarled out intothe dead zone where a fog hangs--it is empty and cold out there.Do I fall?A tingl..
Dad-I left my jacket at home.It's cold out here and thesky has gone dark.There's something following-in the underbrush, the trees.There's something ou..
Blood pools in rings of salt;moonlit-- absent from time.Smoke stings your eyes untilyour clawing fit subsides.What is left of you isn'tvery human anym..
The world is beautiful in the eye of the storm--it is most vibrant in the calm between sufferings.Where a period of grief leaves a heavy fogthe briar ..
Love arrives like a consequence thatEros himself would find laughable-Somewhere in the fog of sicknessKerosene lamps and glowsticks crackAsunder in my..
The motel room is warm-it smells vaguely of cigarettesbut that's become comforting.You've been restless, twitchylike a cat listening to the railroad.T..