Just after dawn seeps into the horizon,
just the carcass not the soul, that’s all that moves today.
tender is the heart that aches past the midnight hour;
Curb finances exchange for florets.
Absence of the Unethical Return
I observe the swoon and swaddle,
Every morning is the same.
Sink or Sail
Sinking sand, slipping I slide into a suffocating hug.
soft shell scripture
my body is a temple i fill with taco bell chicken soft tacos.
To Inhabit Emptiness
A year after you die,
12:00 ante meridiem
out of space and time, my condolences.
Unfortunately for me, I have mastered the art of avoidance.
i saw a video of xtina earlier where they counted backward through her aging
An apology isn’t enough—
If-then hypocrisies torment minds;
Every winter I fall into a similar pattern.
My words are a butterfly zinger
Seeds of Every Season
Red stains your lips–
Still use a sundial
High noon means a short shadow means you
Mission of Bagel Hour
Carrots chime at the glassware noons where
She told him she was struggling to sleep,
Welcome to the USA
Welcome to a day in the life of an American.
To All the Women Who Taught Me To Love…
I sat down at the computer to write an angry piece about the state of the world.
amicus est tamquam alter idem
“tell me, what does thou seek?”
The waves don’t crash enough
I can smell the sea, and yet,
Talking to Stranger
Talking to strangers is a game I fail at.
On Leaving Home
By the time these words pour out into the world,
Somewhere Far in a Far Off Time
When the sun falls in a few years, I promise I will be somewhere else.
How kind am I to let myself hibernate, safe
Angel oak limbs brush the ground in heavy swooping curves.
in ur 20s ur supposed to drink & have sex loudly & party hard til
nitpicking the antics of my sentiments.
Heartbreak and Honesty with rlyblonde
“Make art because you want to, because you have something to say, not because you expect anything from it. You can wake up any day and change your life or your identity. There’s so much time in the world to live and create art, you don’t need to rush.”
Aubade for leaving home
The coffee smell should linger
A Mother, On Fire
An Ode to Expression
Tasting the dust over the rust
look at the stars.
I wish my words could curl into the air
hymn to the voyager
god bless you, star-bright–
Building the Foundations with Raynestorm Productions
“No matter what happens, adapt to the challenges and find a way to overcome them. Look back to where you were a few years prior and see the amazing growth you’ve made not just in yourself, but in your career.”
blanket of divine. forest of intuition.
Some birds fly to the poles in the winter
Your laughter is the water in a gin and tonic,
Curse the Kingdom
My yearning is nothing
Total Eclipse of the Program
wild and diseased, against my programming:
There is one bus that takes you into the village
Appreciating “Ugly” Art with Taylor Webb
“It’s important to make “ugly” art because it allows us to distance ourselves from the idea that everything has to turn out in a way that we consider to be perfect, or for that unachievable standard we set: if we can’t reach that level of perfection as an artist, we might never be happy with…
The Only Unity Happens at 3am
You sit down on a massive concrete block
Ambedo (Losing Hope in Us as Winter Ends)
Sit here. Your dead pool’s deck is hanging
Forever a transplant
With the sun out all the time, it turns out