Poetry
Howl

Howl

  you think I’m on my knees but I am not on my knees every step is preparation muscles slowly locking into place beneath bruised skin
i wear my mother's sadness like a wedding dress

i wear my mother’s sadness like a wedding dress

  silverware clinks and this is the language of our conversation. you are angrier today, fork drawing scars across your plate. i am breathing quietly.  
Boogey Man

Boogey Man

  When I was a child, I used to lie through my teeth; Make up all these fanciful stories About who I was, Where I’d been,
Repeat Steps 1 & 2

Repeat Steps 1 & 2

  Today’s To Do List:   1. Breathe in 2. Breathe out 3. Repeat   Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for your future. Sometimes it feels like that’s all life is; one big sacrifice.
Dependency Dance

Dependency Dance

I’d like to slip you underneath my skin, to hold you in the place I need you most— and keep my burning bones from caving in.
Illusions of Grandeur

Illusions of Grandeur

I want to stay awake, I’m happy to have woken up. (I want to go to sleep, I never want to wake up.) Each breath comes easily, my lungs are unclouded. (Each breath is a battle, my lungs are flooding.)
gray screens: a psychotic poem

gray screens: a psychotic poem

withering trees scream my name. voices laugh at me with their warm, fresh mouths. i’m shaking my hands because i have to. shaking my hands because i need to. shaking my hands because they tell me to.
She Should Be Wearing White

She Should Be Wearing White

Never forget. It is a slogan that trends but few times each year, and we all swear to never let victims of tragedy go forgotten. We saw it with 9/11, we saw it with Paris, we saw it with the Holocaust, with Gaza, we saw it. But in all of the wars that you have...
The Beginning of the Rest of Your Life

The Beginning of the Rest of Your Life

My life happens in poems. I have measured out my most cherished memories in single images scribbled in my diary, and chronicled them in Word documents arranged by year. A habit of mine is to take the time to reflect through poetry whenever anything momentous, strange, interesting, upsetting, wonderful, or life-changing occurs. Many of these...
The Clairvoyant Picture Show

The Clairvoyant Picture Show

  Slivers of Time in a glass full of Empty— sharp, jagged remnants of earlier daze. Wishing in earnest for noble Nepenthe to douse all the visions and set them ablaze. ((The rulebook has changed. We’re letting it fray.))
How I Learned to Write

How I Learned to Write

  Why do you write, pretty girl? Well sit down, let me tell you a tale, I think that’s quite fitting for this.
I Remember

I Remember

  I remember how we met, what I was watching when you moved in up the street, how reluctant I was to go say hello.