Your poem "a few reasons to stay alive" is absolutely beautiful and...
Your message hit me in the heart. I honestly can say this is one of the best compliments I have ever been given, and I am so grateful to you for that. Thank you so much for your words. I am so glad I...
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You’re very, very welcome. <3
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Thank you so much; I’m glad you enjoy reading them. And that means a lot to me because Andrea Gibson is one of my favorite writers. :) Have a lovely day x
View Articlea quiet conversation
i want you to forget about the way things are now. they can be replaced. i want you to be honest, and i want you to be quiet. no more talking. just put your arm around me, there. just like that. simple...
View Articleabstract poem
there are mountains running through the stream; they are etched onto my palms. i eat poems for breakfast (& lunch, & dinner) without cream. but sometimes with sugar. valleys and canyons bite...
View Articlefuck love letters; i just miss you
fuck love letters. i’d rather tell you how goddamn bad i miss you. night turns to day and day into night, and i really just miss my hands on your shirt, undoing your buttons and the tiny cuts i left in...
View Articleyour poems are a thing of beauty! i hope you publish them some day,wow :))
Thank you so much! I would love to publish them some day too. :)
View Articlelove notes on buttondowns
my mother bought my dead father a shirt. years ago, when i was visiting her, i began to clean out her closet. they were all shirts for women, simple, comfortable. then my eyes fell upon a blue...
View ArticleI'm not trying to be mean or anything, but breaking up sentences into...
According to Contemporary Lit, poetry is “an imaginative awareness of experience expressed through meaning, sound, and rhythmic language choices so as to evoke an emotional response. Poetry has been...
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these hallowed halls
to be honest, i will really quite miss this house. when we are gone, and our silhouettes and fingerprints have evaporated from the halls and doorways, when the indentations of our bodies have silently...
View Articlepoetry while drunk
once, someone who wishes to remain anonymous told me: that poetry is the only thing you can create while still drunk, and do it beautifully too.
View Article"Poetry is the fox under our shirts that gnaws away at our hearts. Outside,...
“Poetry is the fox under our shirts that gnaws away at our hearts. Outside, we stand firm, inside, we are altered forever.” - Charles Wright
View Articleordinary, always
think about all the useless things you do every day. think about the water you waste, the people you hurt, the scars you create. think about how painfully ordinary you are. take that and live with it.
View Articlevirgin trees
the white ash tree in the backyard still curls its bark in winter- pale and thin as tissue paper. we call it a suicide, the way the bark peels, leaving behind a new clean husk. at midnight you can look...
View Articleelectric storms
the stream still runs thick with salmon even in winter when it hasn’t frozen over, and the blood oranges still rest in the bowl, right where he left them. their coats hang over the back of a chair and...
View Articlefragility
i used to think fragility was a broken tree limb, your hand unzipping my dress. or the way the back bends and rises during sleep. i have lived for so many years now, and have come to realize that the...
View Articletime & space
you told me once you spoke French. translated my skin with your tongue, read me like Braille. i used to watch films in which two astronauts floated endlessly in space, moving an inch away from each...
View Articlethe science of things
the space between neurons is the difference between charge, impulse, release, then fire: electrons dance beneath veins like stardust. this is the way we will love, with our palms flat to the floor and...
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