Expedition

This journey is unlike anything I could've imagined ( good thing this whole thing isn't my daydream). Because I didn't think I had it in me, this thing that everyone else saw in me. This thing that earned me the honor of teaching twenty-two blossoming minds. I was only substituting for about a month and... Continue Reading →

Dance With Me

I skip to the rustle of emerald leaves, dandelions riverfronts in the bustleing breeze kicking to the sun and it's holy choir singing to my skin and humming within the safety of serrated mountains keeping tempo above the earths momento a trail of tears and hopes worn in by my foregoers can't you hear it?... Continue Reading →

Poem: Good Bones by Maggie Smith

Good Bones Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative estimate, though I keep this from my children.... Continue Reading →

It’s Time

nothing but heaven where she once thought there would be doom after leaping from a weeping chrysalis upon first gasp of morning for letting the tears congeal thereafter hands peel and unfold bones fixated for so long via breaking tendons following lungs expanding eyes opening awareness there is something out there I cannot live here... Continue Reading →

Stake

don't weaken yourself for someone with something to prove, they'll jump to make an example out of you, no matter the record, no matter the truth their ego will always outweigh you - B. Brown (art by: Antony Gormley, CAPACITOR)

Bound

you didn't figure my short leash into the picture my shackle sores I love to live to endure rope lines I'm embroidered it is the texture you've grown so fond of as delirious as I am from suspension my submission to a grander commission my raw knees from crawling every morning a twisted tongue from... Continue Reading →

I Believed She’d Always Be

I Believed She’d Always Be youthfully drowsy, I believed she'd always be but I felt it, the fragility, the fatigue the trauma racking mentally, frequently allowed for it to creep silently, to fester to make her air thick and her words slick still, I couldn't fathom such a stealthy killer such an intimate thriller for... Continue Reading →

The Last Mile

she was anxious, excited upset that she had to come, that the drive had taken longer, that the sun was shining brighter as if it were the proper time to climb from the four seater with a beautiful face turned dreadful and grim, with limbs and whims to struggle composure, reluctantly entering a room lit... Continue Reading →

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