They said, holding on to this narrow ledge, slowly...
Too much weight on my shoulders to keep up...
Just a normal morning, nothing to fear.
Just a school day, a Friday...
Death is part of life
it lives inside of us...
One of my earliest childhood memories is of Father
frothing at the mouth, spreadeagled on the side of...
Sometimes I wake to
Think this will be the day i...
It’s like I’ve been here.
I can’t decide if...
Why is it I can not say these words?
Is it because I'm scared myself...
Routinely lark, though this day depth therein,
bemused as why the warbling fluter turned...
Crayons mixed with cloud formations
dance upon a ceiling of chipped paint...
Blue lips, and blue
veins...
If soared beside a pearly cradled rose
therein a rattling joy; o' stillborn child...
I am so sorry
that you felt...