Category Archives: Poetry
Someone Whose Heart Never Stops Bleeding
Pouring a soul into the page is the easiest thing for someone whose heart never stops bleeding. Sometimes the craft is in the knowing what words must be cut, even if that means all of them. Only those of us … Continue reading
Broken
Bile and rage will at best destroy the life that has only glass for a heart. If you’re to survive, you must forge anew a vessel that cannot be hated apart.
We Are Not Such Shallow Stuff
The little hiccups in life should be marked by tiny tears and brief hugs, by blinking against the tide of dust we will all become. There is a ferocity to what you believe when you are young that mellows into … Continue reading
Where You Should Not
You grow in me where you should not, a tumor, a parasite that swims and breathes blood. You take root and dig in, fingernail-worm-thing, latching on, and would bleed me dry if I let you. I will not let you. … Continue reading
There Would Be More
We are not as I had originally imagined us to be. I thought somehow there would be more Stardust and less spray paint, more Yahtzee and less tears. I thought you would like my homemade moonshine; I had not imagined … Continue reading