where dreams gosome dreams slip in through cracked doors at night. nocturnal emissaries that lost their keys.Jan 13Jan 13
picking up the piecesthe wine glass met its demise with a bang and a tinkle. (terror and wonder, always holding hands.)Jan 9Jan 9
in the waitingthe weight of it is too much sometimes, reaching across that abyss to connect now and then —Jan 8Jan 8
rogueit is an unpopular thing to be a satiated cancer cell, to want less in a world that runs on the panting exhale of those chasing more.Jan 4Jan 4
the dawning dayit’s too bright and the air has teeth. i hesitate on the threshold of its maw. moments can be wonderful but days are rarely kind. just look…Jan 21Jan 21
sum of a partwhat a relief it would be to explode. to flee this filthy sinew of self,Oct 23, 2023Oct 23, 2023
