Poetry

  • Once (revisited)

    Once (revisited)

    I was once a bright bird. You found me in the tangled web of anxiety and…

  • our apocalypse of happiness. 

    our apocalypse of happiness. 

    We met at the hour of your birth, when a mythos of uncommon words were all…

  • Pulp

    Pulp

    She cannot ignore the bright and fleshy pulseclasped to the sleeveof her weather-beaten overcoat.Its color brightens and…