are we all just puppies on leashes sometimes we hold the leash in our mouths and believe we control the journey

why does sitting in a swing the sides digging into my hips make me feel like maybe everything on my shoulders isn't so heavy

dew drops on pine needles red blooms on tree veins twigs snapping underfoot nonchalant screams breaking free from bird beaks held closed...

im choking on invisible words that would rather slither through my veins dragging out past bits of pain past bits of stollen pleasure...

i was born with an abnormally small skull a Chiari malformation usually undetected until later in life when something else calls for an...

i like the idea of you reaching for my words while drunk then again i've always liked the idea of you reaching for me while drunk

You're the longest addiction I've ever had I'm not sure if I should count the time 'clean' Or the time of succumbing As a win

You can read my short piece "Such a Lovely Thing" online for free at The Bookends Review. TW: violence, suicide...

sometimes there’s this ache in Me that starts at my core, like a gaping in my chest, And it radiates Down from there, a need, Near...

Like the way fog drapes over the mountains and lies heavy in the belly of the valley, or the first blooms on a tree that glisten in...

I’ve had migraines since I was twelve Since my pediatrician would ask my mom what the orange lines were on my chin line Makeup, she had...

there’s a thirst inside me that won’t allow me to sleep a directionless longing hollowing me empty empty empty there’s a hunger inside me...

she smelled like hair dye and bad decisions if she had a tan line, I never found it I stayed up later than I ever had before just so I...

If I walked in, would it take you a moment? Would you have to see my face? Or would you sense me in the same room? Maybe even further?...

The same way that people claim coffee courses through their veins when they consume it I can feel the diesel fumes fogging my mind The...

Four chairs, six pillows, two comforters, and three throw blankets make for a sturdy fortress. With one flap open, it’s perfect for...

Are we made up of this cocktail of dna, hereditary traits, and just enough (and by just enough, what I really mean is, too much to...

I feel like I’m standing on a cliff, screaming at the top of my lungs, blood, sweat, tears, falling from my body, but the ocean cares not...