Category Archives: Poetry
Rhythm & Guts
The heart of me is all torn up, my throat has caught on fire, like I could pull my insides out and watch the flames get higher. Everything now tastes of blood, or ash, or hate, or lies — I … Continue reading
Waiting
It has always been disastrous, this feeling of impending– tonight I lie here howling, claws extended, raking through the black, reaching for the light. I never know what’s coming; I never can get the best of it, the way you … Continue reading
Reach Down
Cut it loose, cut it free. Reach down and pull up, grasping at the base, at the root of it. Curl your fingers around and squeeze. Pull. Reach down and grab hold, lift. You plucked the heart of me out … Continue reading
Slip
He feels hollow, imperfect this place inside him that isn’t there anymore, but the outside never was. He doesn’t have all the things he needs to feel whole, but he doesn’t have anything else to make the best of it. … Continue reading
For Trent (And Bill, and the people who read the refrigerator note but don’t understand it…)
Maybe because it is spring I am naked and whitegreen, newly formed and forming. Maybe because I want the wind on my face and at my back. Maybe because I am burned by the sun but need it to blind … Continue reading