Mortal
Poetry

Mortal

The first time I thought about your death, there was a tumor in your brain and your 18 year-old heart beat with an unruly mind of its own. You took frequent trips to the doctor, stripped of metal and dignity under the menacing cadence of an MRI machine. Together, we burned up the salt shakers … Continue reading

Early
Poetry

Early

I woke up too early, sun-stained and drowning in a thick film of day old booze, rocks in my throat and temple burning under 3 pronged regret. I was seduced and betrayed by cheap cabernet. You are a fickle bitch. I am a willing playmate. Your fermented promises tantalize my dormant taste buds of lust … Continue reading

Ode to RP
Poetry

Ode to RP

Like a pushpin pricks cork, you invade the fields of my vision, compelling me to flee into your dark crevices and immerse myself in the task of becoming a blind person. You are the twisting vines that choke the break of day and steal the contours of sidewalks and faces. Lurking in dimly lit corridors, … Continue reading