An open letter to everyone I’ve ever convinced myself I loved. I. I am still sorry. I fear that you were just the first in a long line of men I will…
Cultivating Softness (page 5)
psychosomatic
–> i’ve grown accustomed to the pain. in your absence everything else aches.
Gossip
for D. With the righteousness of youth I convinced myself That sharing whispers -of your weight -of your diets was made nobler by the secrets (my secrets) you’d spilled like ink. Indelible,…
Salt
I dreamt of salt and woke with my mouth watering. I dreamt of salt and awoke in a blanket of sweat and the scent of the sea clogging my nostrils. I dreamt…
Going With The Tides
Going With The Tides A Haiku Pair Loneliness sometimes lingers like cold in your bones and damp in your soul, even when the tides that washed it up have long since…
The Inaccuracies of Poetry
The Inaccuracies of Poetry (a Haiku) It wasn’t the whole truth, but half-lies can be more honest anyway.
Letting The Sunshine In
Their makeshift curtains are visible from the path And my windows are stark in comparison Too high to show into my soul Where my bare windows make more sense: That heat pooling…
On the Distribution of One’s Heart
On the Distribution of One’s Heart (A Haiku Quintet) I had given my heart to someone who didn’t know how to hold it. Instead, they cradled it like an adolescent with a…
Chennette
I was born like a chennette: My green mother- sliced open down the middle, And me- squeezed out. Pink, sticky, sour.
Drowning
Drowning (A Haiku Pair) I am drowning. You have oversaturated me, but I need it. You overwhelm me. I gasp for air but choking never felt so good.