My favorite poems are the ones where you talk about oranges. I love that!
Thank you! I’m glad you like those ones. :)
View Articleclavicles
if i cupped eggshells in my palms like spilled milk and drank seaweed straight from the jar, would you still pretend things have not changed between us? eat my clavicles and shoulders and wristbones up...
View Articlecan you recommend some of your favourite writing blogs please?
Of course! :) These are not all of them; I follow several writing blogs but can’t find every single one to list: http://thatwilderness.tumblr.com/ http://clavicola.tumblr.com/...
View Articleuntouched
i am not deceiving you; i simply have not told you the truth. our bones will fall to the weight of the ocean and be buried by seaweed, but all the love letters i wrote to you (on napkins, in...
View ArticleJune
June was a girl i knew years ago; she wore lace-up boots and floral buttondowns with ripped jeans. her collarbones were so sharp they could snap in half like matchsticks, or slice hot and sweet like a...
View Articlehow to make someone fall apart
send a letter to someone in the mail. write this only: i am struggling with the fact that i exist. then watch that someone fall apart and also begin to wonder why they are here. bite your lip and...
View Articleone thousand endings
in kindergarten i loved you, poured soap in your eyes and then washed it out with a qtip. ran with you across the asphalt with our lungs beating in and out like raven wings, until we collapsed and...
View Articlethe best medicine
i turned a key in your spine once, and every knob opened up a new door. i scraped cells from the inside of your mouth with my teeth and collected them on my tongue. i took blood samples from the backs...
View Articlenever write me a love poem
i am tired of love poems. i am tired of poets writing about delicate heartbeats and sweet nothings scrawled in blue ink on cafe napkins, or coffee dates and mix tapes. in love poems everything works...
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the physics of dust
touch me and i turn to dust, but physics says that matter is always conserved so you will find me scattered in the knobs of your spine tucked into the hollows of your knees. i will sting your eyes and...
View Articlea million and one possibilities
nothing is harmless until you make it so; there are a million possibilities that end in danger everywhere you go. the endless combinations, a kind of human lottery: a car coming around the corner too...
View Article"Art is the symbol of the two noblest human efforts: to construct and to...
““Art is the symbol of the two noblest human efforts: to construct and to refrain from destruction.”” - Simone Weil (via cherub62)
View Articleyou were a ghost
lately i realize i have started talking about you in past tense. it occurs even when i speak directly to you. things such as: you used to live here, you were a poet of the best kind, you used to be. i...
View ArticleHi, I just started this writing blog. It's not really poems. Just kind of...
Thank you so much. :) And I just checked it out and I absolutely love it. The sentences are all so simple but they’re so full of life and some kind of desperation. I will continue to gladly follow your...
View ArticleIf I put this in your ask box, you should respond with the top 25 most played...
Sorry, I don’t have an iTunes. But I like Vampire Weekend, Band of Horses, Youth Lagoon, Phoenix, Arcade Fire, White Lies, Bob Dylan, Pete Yorn.. :)
View Articlethank God for poetry
i kill commas and apostrophes for a living, then bury them in my poetry books where their ashes spread like dust into the pages. i think, also, that if i were to meet God, i would thank him for poetry,...
View Articleunknown continents
last night i discovered unknown continents all over your skin, a hidden atlas of sunburns and bruises. it may sound cliche, but i wanted to visit every single goddamn one of them.
View ArticleMaria
Maria is sitting in the bathtub with the water running at 3:07 am. she wears woolen sweaters and silk camisoles, light as spun sugar on her skin. she says her lovers bring her blood oranges and silver...
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