tonight i learned about the dead boy
who filmed my old stomping ground
Tag Archives: december
Meta-lomania Myopia, Desolate Dystopia
my home has walls
made of sliced bread
& they’re soft &
distant enough…
Two Poems in “Free Verse Revolution Issue IV”
“The King Needed No Crown” &
“One Circle of Hell Was Hydrotherapeutic”
We Already Broke Through That Ice
You would never feed a fire.
You believe it’s better
to watch a slow burn.
Shipwrecked
we become
our shipwrecked selves
“Storytelling Season” published @ Whispers and Echoes
100-word story
Winter Child
In weightless arms,
a snowbird
cooing softly
The Freeze
I have words for the frozen ones.
Winter Girl
They say the sky
is thinner from that high
Thistle Thoughts 