Her eyes, the palest of blue, stare back at me through strands of blonde hair and her cheeks are a map of tears, tears that she does not cry, that it breaks my heart to see as I hold her face in my hands and want nothing more than to hold her and tell her …

Lost in the void

Jasmine sits outside my front door now, and I smell it as I look at the space between stars; I trace patterns in the black, shinning oil of the night sky, slowly choking on starlight and static. The sound of crashing waves has faded, along with the scent of her on my skin; even her …

The Sinker

This piece isn’t one that I wrote. Instead this was written about me, for me. I am standing on your shore stand with me your waters are dark and I shiver put your arm around me this is going to be hard I’ve tied the sinker to the line the bait, something I think it …

The Magician!

Another piece written for me by a different person. Cuts you in half, leaves you adrift before making you whole again with only words. Who is he? The one. The one with burdened shoes of black who catches breath, erases thoughts, transforms smiles into cries cries into smiles. Who consumes my thoughts? Touch electrifies my …

Aquamarine

I saw the piece of glitter as I was standing there bowl in front of me, seat lifted and a steady stream of urine from me into it. It flashed at me,                aquamarine. The piece of glitter,                not the urine. Once it might have been said that the sparkly bit of metal had fallen perhaps from the …