poetry

To you Every love I have never been entitled to The ones I can never tell if I ever had any authority to call ‘love’ But can never be...

The skeleton in my closet wears a virgin wool knit sweater that hasn’t fit me since the tenth grade. Though her wrists hang an inch...

My baby girl. I crave nothing more than to surrender To ease the burden of carrying you To bask in the penumbra of a shadow long untended...

The foreshadowed reluctance that then painted the walls Has since dried The colours always refract a little brighter the morning after...

The restaurant is empty on a tuesday afternoon when familiarity tells me I will die not of old age, but instead a sour soul. I know how...

I wonder in reflection of your capacity to turn two weeks into an eternity you pride yourself as virtuous. Where I thought would snap and...

Within the empty shade of sanguine And last week’s paper, unopened Tangibly lives your phantom Caught betwixt leaving and having left...

Like black coffee, razor-burned alternatives and autumn to spring Freedom in a travel sized package is his drink of choice A smooth...