if on your knees you find yourself bowing head, hands behind your back, begging mercy from the boots that march trampling those left standing who
Category: Poetry & Prose
Possibility of Existence
In deciding whether to maintain Or shatter the monotony I realize my underlying Fixation with lines A love affair, really Tracing, connecting, standing in Where
4 to 1
These malformed deficiencies of my soul Pull the strings of judgement, condemnation Navigating a fractured landscape, blind Projecting my own discretions tenfold Crashing against the
All I Have Ever Known
if i understood how to open my eyes would i dare to gaze beyond the fragile strands that define the only place i’ve ever known
Small Deaths
i’ve never felt quite right wrapped in confusion at the perceived motivations around me never really a direction but displacement from the things and the
Once, Was Summer
Meet me by the tree, the one from my youthDays spent climbing, swinging, longing, dreamingYellow Jackets and an occasional stingLong summer days that never seem
