The sentiment of keeping your pillows hugged tight at night. The softness you accept of the rain against the glass of your window. The...

‘She’ s exposed herself’ Naked, with skin as soft as wool, she quivers with the unsureness of a lamb, and resists with her gentle youth,...

Welcome to my brain in the am. Not the prettiest of places, and the adrenal glands fucked so it smells in here. Oh well. Enjoy the...

My body is a vase and your grasping hands, two kilns, melting me to a fluid Favrile sea. Now I am liquid glass, free and oozing with a...

On sin-strewn soil she scampers, a flitting firefly upon the long night. Through frosted-brittle bracken and frigid grasses green her...

Soundproofed, tinted from your side. We share the spirit of your jasmine shrub, a feeble houseplant. Intentional presence, neglected....

I wrote this on the eve of my 19th birthday. A time where, in retrospect, I see I was processing a lot. This sense of numbness is the...

Take the skip skip skip to cross that street Make it look too close to walk than run Provide peace to those who cross It's an easy step...

Do we ever know what that something is? That adjective that’s utterly indescribable, that verb that can’t ever be put to work, that noun...

A co-project with the wonderful ELOR - ELOR on the photography - myself on composition of visual, voice and the written poetry. This...

Tragedy. Do you feel how truly awful it is? Do you not feel embarrassed? Do you not feel… at least the slightest bit awkward? Or like you...

A candle waves its deliberately pleasant balm around you. Lavender is known to soothe, right? Your palms absorb warm exhalations from a...

Under frigid tides, love’s last joyous lungful escapes, so finally, passion’s carcass may sink. Bound to a heartstrung anchor, we drift,...

You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes? - Nietzsche Ego-Death...