It starts upon waking: something about the light, maybe—its hue, its weight—beckons me to climb, and while I’ve become quite … Continue Reading Notes On Descending
I just want you to know that I love you.
I fell apart on the subway this week. It was a dreadful scene, really. Parts of me went everywhere, Scattering … Continue Reading Disassembled
Take refuge in the shade, But don’t let it pale you, Find safety from the scorch Of life, the pressure … Continue Reading Bloom, Sweet Azalea
My bones ache and sag, Worn from years of working In heavy bluegrass autumn air, Destitute of care, of love, … Continue Reading Reaching For Repose
Ghost be damned, I’m living. I’m living and loving it, and every day it gets easier to push the ghost … Continue Reading I Am A Thief
My ghost is waning, these days. There’s a flicker of hope, somewhere inside, and it’s fighting to find oxygen. It’s … Continue Reading Birth of an Ember