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(you may recognize the earlier versions of these two poems as two separate pieces that I’ve already featured on this blog. I was unsatisfied with them, however, and some heavy edits were in order, so here they are, complete! – … Continue reading
I am the deep swell below my tongue. Here is the belly of the whale, candlesticks and blue cradles, nursery rhymes waterlogged. All I see is gold light spinning, here is the melt, my mouth as hot wax. Here is … Continue reading
something is rusting in my throat, the ends of summer, i kept the apology meant for you//i’m growing smaller, honey-hay cottage, i still keep the postcards//i only see swan painted air, gaslights dissolve sweet on tongue, i fold the day … Continue reading
My fingertips are mimicking sensations, guessing at existence beyond themselves But there is only one thought burning in me, burns through the room to nowhere, reaching you without touching you. And my shoulders wilt//And my skin is only the ink … Continue reading
My second collection of jumbled, half-baked thoughts, poems, and stories. 1. Flames & Snow: Feathers of angels, fingerprints of ghosts. 2. Old spaces we’ve known entrap pieces of our former selves. 3. His lies translated into fairy tales in her … Continue reading
From above, our lands were nothing more than shattered plates peppered with lights. We were artwork suspended in a gallery of dark. On display for the stars. Ethereal and lonely.