“Hard”
Hard is not the right word for this. Fill in the blank: ______ to say goodbye to your best friend, … Continue Reading “Hard”
Unraveling
Unraveling. 1 Polka dots of tissue, starburst red These have to be the cleanest holes you ever made Leaking like … Continue Reading Unraveling
How to Vanish and Still Be At Parties
Right now, I want to die. I’m sitting in the floor of the restroom of a nice German restaurant. And … Continue Reading How to Vanish and Still Be At Parties
Notes On Descending
This short, poetic essay reflects both the nature of depression and its untimely onset. It is the author’s best attempt to put very complex feelings into words.
A Letter To The Lost
I just want you to know that I love you.
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
Disassembled
I fell apart on the subway this week. It was a dreadful scene, really. Parts of me went everywhere, Scattering … Continue Reading Disassembled
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
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
I Am A Thief
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
Empty Street
Standing alone On a dark, empty street Either I’ve gone insane Or I’m sleeping so sweet For, there’s no other … Continue Reading Empty Street
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
Portraits of a Ghost 