Drunk (Again): This Time on Wine
I’m drunk again. This time on wine but it was (the last time) the tick of the clock as I swallowed up the droplets of red on my mind. …
Month: January 2019
The Way the Rose Dies
“I love the way the rose dies,” I told him “deepening red darkened, crackled petals a slight downward turn, bowing.” (I love the way the rose dies.)…
Skin Speaks
I was born with this freckle gentle on my nose this mole taking hold on my side: bound to decompose. ‘Cause nothing lasts forever even tattoos’ printed ink. No,…
Do I Need to be Known (to be Seen)?
Do I need to be known to be seen? I wrestle with this thought my ego concocted, my arms aching from the intense hold I’ve had on her. The echoes…
Her Sex
Sitting across from my naked body I can’t help but ask her why why she thinks so much about her sex. Why she dreams up vibrancy and creates stories…
Drawing the Devil
It was a summery Sunday afternoon. I was in the kitchen clutching crayons in my five year-old fingers, digits of somewhat-old-enough-to-know-what-I-was-doing hands, and I was feeling particularly evil. The crayon…
Reveal
Pull old notebooks out to seek inspiration in the printed cursive words sheets of paper blue and black ink charting emotions with penmanship that moves with the frequency of once-…
How to Heal
“Distance helps,” That’s what they say when you are struggling your way through another displaced and lonely day. “Time heals,” they quip, too not knowing for certain what he…
The Day Between 