Prose

july seventeenth.     Helplessness and hospital visits go hand and
hand.                      
Although visiting hours had been over l… Read more

You stapled your fingers against my chest and pushed them inside for your reward, my veins twining
around your knuckles like friendly vines and cells swarming up your wrists like carbonation,
welcoming you in. You wrapped your hand around my heart an… Read more

  Lately vision has been spareIf not for this lattice screenTo savor excuses for visibilityFor
the imaginary friendThat won't be thereFrom eyes, to the keys fromWhich you use to typeGuilty, too,
in this modern Age -- factoring: After all,Hotels… Read more

This was fun to write, I will admit. How can one not be happy when cursing and yelling and having it
come out in the form of poetry? It felt very relaxing to release into the keyboard and onto the
screen. Luckily, my writing with emotion is getting b… Read more

New free-write. This one's pretty personal, so I'd love to hear your thoughts. I, I, I. You and
them. Where is "us?" Where were we? Parasites to dismantle my abilities. Trapdoors without
dead-ends, tunnels full of revelations revealing a chain of on… Read more