born into sadness
every member of my family before me suffered from sadness. it was not constant; it struck at each unknown moment there was no warning. i would come into the living room to find my grandfather sitting...
View Articleanswering you
at night my insomnia follows me like a ghost and i make a sudden decision on my own: i am going to leave you. when i begin to pack the clock on the nighstand reads 1:03 am; your head is pressed into...
View Articledisappointment
i wish you didn’t disappoint me so much, because it is an awfully great waste of space to feel so broken.
View ArticleAww. I think your writing is very lovely. And not terrible at all. Keep...
Thank you so much; that makes me feel better. :)
View Articledeath love poetry
death, love, and poetry, my father said. they surround you like birds but every single damn one of them leaves. i am not going to lie here, in this bed, while the whole world is...
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Thank you so much. :)
View Articlea ballerina who found God
at 4:03 am a ballerina is cutting across my sidewalk, white and cream and pale gold. bruises line her thighs and wrists like stormclouds; blue veins crawl across her skin. there is a tightrope between...
View Articlea cello's soul
touch a cello and feel your way into its soul; catch a raindrop in your palm and keep it in the freezer. throw away the cigarettes and vodka down the drain. write a thousand words that do not make...
View Articlein gravity after the universe
every single day of your life you are slowly fading. veins shredding, cells deteriorating, tendons disappearing. neurons snapping inside your brain, which you always took for granted. synapses pulling...
View Article"How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about...
“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep...
View Articleconversations at midnight
things we tell each other in the dark: yes, i am much too sad. but how about some coffee?
View ArticleI wish your poems were published, because I would love to have them in...
This doesn’t sound corny at all! Thank you so much for the lovely compliment. :)
View Articlewe are all paragraphs
we are all paragraphs, held close in trembling hands and spilled out of vacant mouths. black lines separating where we end, and where we begin. we are silver dollars in jeans pockets, drug addicts...
View Articlei think that (everything)
i think that we pretend because we have to, because because because the pills are on the counter, right by our hands, which tremble and shake like vibrato on a cello. we say that tomorrow will be...
View ArticleRuby Mae Monroe
Ruby Mae Monroe was a girl we knew from university who looked so thin she could snap in half, with wrists like matchsticks and clavicles like bicycle handlebars. she told us stories at lunch hour,...
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writing vs death
when i cannot write, i bleed instead. the only difference between writing and dying is that one outlasts the other.
View Articlesalt and sea breeze
i have always hoped that if i were to peel myself apart, there would be stardust inside, or layers and layers of atoms and neurons. but i know the truth: there would only be salt and sea breeze, left...
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