Notes On Descending
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
Love Letters, No. 26
I AM NIGHT and dusk is never ending. Probe the dark and prove my worth. Step blind into oblivion, summon … Continue Reading Love Letters, No. 26
Jailhouse Saints
Sitting with my skull Propped against An old window A/C unit, I had an epiphany, And here it is: My … Continue Reading Jailhouse Saints
Bloom, Sweet Azalea
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
Reaching For Repose
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
Withered & Worn
Darkness is swelling, looming, casting shadows over me, as a stone on the shore is overcome by open sea, I … Continue Reading Withered & Worn
Love Letters, No. 41
I am terrified. Daylight seeps and settles, leaving nothing to the imagination. My covers are cold and damp, clinging to … Continue Reading Love Letters, No. 41
Box
Catch my scattered thoughts Save them all inside the box That I keep underneath My bed, where I don’t sleep. … Continue Reading Box
Birth of an Ember
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