The clouds stalk the meadow leisurely
The skies changing into a deep, violent gray...

Tender is the bud of the flower growing from the...
When the world felt too threatening, I sealed it...

Buried deep in the cosmos,
Embedded in the Phoenix constellation...

I hope, only just for now,
This is the way it was intended to be...

I wanted to be selfish.
To fall to my knees, entangle our fingers...

My blood looks enticing in its compartments.
I’m tempted to pierce my paper-thin skin...

They do not change like the seasons.
My mother is the height of summer...

I have no ability to shake or ignore this feeling...
It eases into my veins, paranoia bubbling under my...

Today marks six months after your passing.
On this blistering cold May Mother’s Day...

I went into the bookstore today.
You know the one...