I have danced with
madness and the
fish of hope
swims through
my veins
tracing copper
origins onto
skeletal piecemeal
unencumbered
free
and altoget...

I stepped out my window

it wasn’t a dream

I thought
I would never
have to come back

you pinned your shadow
against the wall

smiled your

I am from the lakes of
Minnesota, born and

reborn,
and reborn again

I am from the salt of
the Atlantic, and of months of tears
from being left
and fro...

Ironically, the street light longed to see the stars. He hated himself for being a part of the reason he couldn’t. Then one day there was a blackout. The humans panicked. But the stree...

I see my little self staring back at me from across the years every time I look in the side mirror.

Wondering what her own face would look like grown.

Now I can’t remember wha...

I found God in an orange

my body below the table
folds gracelessly

the harsh windows
of your lust
close in on me

your words
are in my stomach, l...

[Still working on finding those perfect six words. In the meantime, here are some six word memoirs strung together...]


I couldn’t speak so I wrote.

Took pictures to rem...

the abandoned poem
sits in the sun

slowly hardening
into what will be
its forever-unfinished
shape

never suspecting
that it is perfect

In truth, I remember nothing.

The past four years are a blank.

The past ten, twenty,
my whole life…

One long exhalation.

These days, I don’t always...