Poems and Pieces Burnt (2013) 17 Apr 2017 I hold the ember in the cup of my hands the uselessly toiling fingers are- Kindling. No longer able to beat out rhythms on an unyielding earth- I hear the…
Fixed Form Writing… Clock Watching (Draft) 16 Mar 201716 Mar 2017 Nothing comes at this hour. Only the fear of what will be. What will this hour hold? Will it be kinder Then the careless way I have let the last…
Poems and Pieces… Satiated Sleep (help me sigh) 27 Feb 201727 Feb 2017 Give me a reason to stay awake. Pour secrets into my ears, run your nails along the peaks- and valleys of my breast. Steal my breaths between stories, locate my…
Fixed Form Writing… Bullet point poetry (draft) 23 Feb 201727 Feb 2017 who am I? the question circles the toilet bowl, gets clogged in the sink. congeals with last nights dinner on paper plates. is forgotten with pennies in the couch cushions. collects dust…
Poems and Pieces… For the Want of Nothing (draft) 17 Jan 2017 I have atrophied in these sheets. They cling to me, sweat gathers in sickness and in health I know nothing but want. Yet, need lingers in the door beckons, but…
Fixed Form Writing… A Plea to the Silent (edit) 10 Jan 201710 Jan 2017 1. A life unlived is not unique. 2. What things keep you from being? 3. Your words are bullets, so speak. 4. Could charity save a soul? 5. Save sinful eyes from seeing?…
Poems and Pieces Affection (rough) 23 Dec 201623 Dec 2016 Lying in displacement. Overhead- fires, smoke, visages of phantoms. Evening descends, chaos arises upon a broken land. Nearly to gates delineated by gemstones. Were we capable of anything more? Anything…
Poems and Pieces S&S (Rough) 18 Dec 201618 Dec 2016 Sitting in idleness with- the creeping ivy growing high, oxidized metal blends in with the dirt, paint peeks out from underneath the bubbles of rust. . & -yet- . Still…
Poems and Pieces… Tumultuous (rough) 15 Dec 2016 Just as my worries gather they ebb- drawn out to sea. The decaying parts of my spirit float on it's discordant waves. Glittering foam catches negative thoughts, they disappear into…
Poems and Pieces Inciting Incidents (edited) 12 Dec 201615 Dec 2016 Anger rises in curls of steam Dissipates then Precipitates Sorrow.
