you take me to the community table where I like watching all the old men socialize with one another but today my eyes translated their lives into death that one, with the nicotine stained beard, he’ll stumble into the heart attack named widow-maker and that young man, with the black pencil on his waterline, an […]
Look to the Living, Disregard the Dead
it happened again last night, heard him in my dreams again wakefulness greeted me with the memory of his vacant eyes, fixed upon the ceiling above and I’m studying the star-shaped tattoo on his chest, chanting his name over and over in my head again sorry I haven’t been home in a couple days, it’s […]
seasonal memories
Yesterday, we brought a man back from the dead. What follows is always a collection of poetry.
Under the Influence
I could use some chicken noodle soup right now, but this is the best I can do without a stove.
Portrait of a Man
I like to think of this flash fiction as the acoustic version to a similar story unfolding in my head.
September Rain
I’m feeling melodramatic.
savings account
I keep the moments coins in a piggy bank but I love the rain, so I’ll save them for sunny days when the shadows and trees all look the same and I’m trudging uphill to get to my next class, hours drifting past like sluggish clouds his smiles are pennies—the heads-up kind the ones he […]
