i remember that day vividly;
he looked at the price tag of...

the heart fixates on sunnier climes,
casting the dark into the light as a...

predator by name; you knew exactly where to
lurk. methodological; brazen in approach...

crumple this up after you're done reading
because honesty is a beast in drunken stupor...

The nights are starting to stretch into early
evenings – where there once was a boundless...

poetry resides at the tips of your fingers, you...
i know this intimately, because i saw the sun rise...

is the silence damning or was it the lack of...
in the garden? it made me think too much of you...

i was not taught to be gentle;
the whirling winds outside...

There’s too much blood here, too much blood to...
in any meaningful way – I spill poetry, and it...

i used to think i could find home by
tracing your fingers back to where...

You parted the sea—your collarbones have become...
and the smile on your lips radiates a warmth...

the morning light drinks from your
eyes – a continuous wellspring of...