Poetry

Inside me, all is sky: in the unfathomed vastness the echo of a crow spreads, words and moods are stray breezes searching for a harbor in which to fade, an amniotic silence. I keep the memory of a remote sea, sweet with silver, stirred by a nervous, shifting moon; and within me awakens a blue pain that once was frost but does not fade: and so, here...

However it cooled between us, let it begin again. Show me the room in you that I was welcome in again. Your shoulder shrugs my hand off like a coat in April, so I pocket both hands, fold all my wanting in again. I ration tenderness now like sugar in a war year, afraid to offer what will not be taken in again. We used to talk until the candle...

"What am I?" I wonder. I wonder if I am even a man. I do not know. I only know that I feel defeated— to the marrow of my bones, to the depth of my soul, to the furthest corners of my heart and mind, as though a piece of me has quietly died. I remember writing once: "I must learn not to want what blooms without me." Yet the ache remains, rooted...

The silent nights drape themselves around me slowly engulfing me in a chokehold as I drift away into a hallway its walls adorned with my mistakes I stand in front of each display, trying to interpret how I have managed to disappoint everyone who has ever loved me At the end of the hallway, I see a portrait a list of my dreams as a kid with...

Dear Brad, I'm sorry I'm late. I was busy through your last days. I'm sorry I didn't check. After failing June, after a clean May, I crawled back to the songs YouTube would recommend— "Here Without You," and then the comments. What I read there, I still can't bear. I really thought you'd live. I believed miracles could happen. I knew it was...

Life is harsh to the one who consents to be touched by it. Most withdraw early, erecting high, polished walls of indifference - I do not condemn them; their fortress serves them well. Yet what they gain in safety, they surrender in all else. Only later, when the mirror no longer flatters, does the fierce hunger begin to loosen its jaws. Then...

You may not be able to see me, but that does not mean I am no longer here. You may not be able to touch me, but that does not mean I am gone forever. The physical world may know me to be dead, but I am, in truth, very much alive – more alive, in fact, than I have ever been, In ways that you do not understand. You think that I am unaware of how...

i know the shape of your shadow better than my own it falls across magazines bus stops and my morning coffee you exist in loud and i exist in quiet between us is a velvet rope made of time zones and strangers who got there first i am a lyric you will never sing wrong because you will never sing it i keep it folded in my mouth like a...

History has some commonality Its always somebody story From their point of view The story becomes skewed. It tells about a special event Truth might be a little bent. We tell it how we see it The real truth is diluted. I tell it like it is I don't skip a beat I don't mince my words So I can be heard I am not going to hush Or beat around the...

Rooted in place, too many things pulling at it. Instead of being nourished, it gives and gives. It withers, draws itself inward, yet the roots are still searching, still trying to give of themselves. It tore itself up by the roots and flew off, not knowing where it was headed. It crashed straight into a wall and fell to the ground. It lay there...

Sadness isn’t always obvious. Sometimes it shows up quietly, more like a fading feeling than something sharp. It can feel heavy, or just kind of hollow, like there’s a gap where something used to be, even if you can’t quite explain it. It has a way of making you slow down and pay attention. To what hurts, to what’s missing, or to things that...

I sat in the back seat of the car. We drove in silence… I think. Or maybe I was too lost inside my own head to hear anything at all. All I remember is negotiating. With God. With reality. With the universe. Begging it— to let you stay, to take me instead. I kept pinching myself, again and again, trying to wake up from what had to be a...