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You know you’re a writer when you know 5 ot…
Number 1: baby—baby blue isn’t one I like to use / because I don’t view you like babies do. / But, baby, just maybe / I’d baby you blue / j…
I can’t stop pacing. / I’m aching, / my heart’s racing and breaking, / and I can’t stop moving. / You’re star…
Note to Self
The wide eyes, / tinted skin, / twisting fingers, / ragged lip – / they are the products of themselves.
You’re a bright red lie on the side of my neck.
they’re twisted / and crooked / and feeble / and broken, / but i think / that they’d like / to be free.
Space. / The space measured in states / and rates of tickets, / the space measured in time between visits. / I admit it. / I’m going away.
I need some paper, all I have is skin— / and skin won’t win the battle raging here / between the words and mental blocks within / my …
With painted eyes and salty lips, I felt / a flower blooming. Roots grew deep beneath / the fertile soil and caused the snow to melt. / My …
Villanelle, Work in Progress
I should have known better than to fall, / To climb that cliff you’d toss me down. / I am so small, I am so small. / Your chill makes…
This just goes to show that we had something beautiful, / but at the heart of it… / It was dark. / And because of that dark heart, / …
Looking & Seeing
I could never regard you so plainly.
yesterday, the nineteenth of May
how was your day yesterday? / did you feel the pain, / did you feel it all the way? / ‘cause I’m telling you now / I don’…