It grew, it bloomed, and I should have cut it back, but there was poetry in how the flowers hid the choking.
The Latest Becoming of Death
With the noise, the heat, the sheer volume and intensity of life around us, I can almost forget who we are.
A Mountain with a Funeral Smile
It’s just how we’ve been, wandering wide circles around each other, trailing fingertips softly along boundaries.
Cigarettes as a Metaphor for Heartbreak
I pulled my sleeves down over shaking hands with chewed fingernails and tried to hate you.
Where time had hardened me, it had softened you. I had become untethered, but you had become free.
The Ninth Step
It would be easier not to be forgiven because if you could forgive me, then maybe I’d have to forgive myself.
It started when I read that 2,450 volts of electricity would be passed through my brother’s body.
Heartbled and Soulrisen
I’d waded into deep, clear water with stones and glass worn smooth, blue to pull me through and under.