Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
his life is fleeting his spirit walking away cricket cries break through the veil of his eternal night each timid step he makes on brittle bones glued together with a poisonous elixir that drips and overflows pooling around his icicle grey eyes it strips away his beauty one strand of Read more
i call you fake crazy because you’re saner than i you call me crazy fake on account of my lies you want to be wild, unleashed, out of bounds i want my words to bring you around your distance puts me right at the edge i’ve grown too used to Read more
My husband walks in on us and says, “You are going too far: Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and now today too?” He doesn’t understand the pull of the muse when my mind goes blind seeing, hearing nothing. Nothing but words begging to be caressed into being, literary waterfalls decimating Read more
The room is a quiet forest, a woman is dressed in burgundy, soft, printed fabric draped around her shapely tiny body. No one speaks, we wait for the show. Asian music plays from behind the divider and the beautiful golden makeup glitters with timeless tracks of a history danced upon Read more
why deny your existence your trust is nonexistent nevertheless you sing you say you radiate no light or heat dead also means still perfect exact with dearth of breath yet you breathe fretfully yes you draw breath do you hear dream-state man chortling do you see him falling through clouds Read more
I walked straight off some pier the end of the roof — gutter baby it ended at the keyword *failure our faces kissing as if hogs to slaughter It ended at midnight I turned to stone the end of your cock – ringed-necked pheasant I always have Read more
We all have a secret box hidden somewhere. Under the bed, inside a tree hole, or between two thoughts. Some hide it so high, so they can’t reach it anymore. Children like to stash it behind the rainbow, and then forget about it. Come see my secret box. I hid Read more
Last night, I became a taboo woman, tantric veins breaking into unencumbered branches of witched trees that fell, nearly fell. They hung in limp moaning slumber, fulfilled after the thunder had hit them like an orgasm last night. The bird feeder, still quivered beneath, on a rusted hook. Inside its Read more