Posted in Art, Poetry

Midnight Blue

Midnight Blue


The heaviness of hibernation has me wiggling out of my skin.

I want to experience again
the day i first met you
on display
the layers of tongue
wagging through philosophy
lifting life.

Us finding midnight blue.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

Feeling good about myself and others.

Home Bound

I haven’t posted many of my thoughts lately. Mostly out of a cringe in my stomach telling me to hold back the tide of bile. An anger lurks underneath the bed.

And you are healing? Aren’t you feeling your way out of the dark yet?

Ive been here so long. You fit like a glove. The peeling back of every layer. Every fear succumbs to my scratching fever. The bedside table rarely tips. The icy water barely sipped.

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No Words at the Moment

Fractured
Can you hear me
make home
in the silence of the woods
where i watch freshly fallen snow
absorb her howl.
And i walk with a limp.

My days blend one into another. My to-do projects never quite finished. Ever chasing what best resembles my thoughts.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

Winter Feast

If I stopped now
would i know tomorrow
the blurred foxglove in hand
the brandished iron in the other
staking the outcome by name.


If yesterday never arrived
do your best dear friend
to remember love
the petaled feet
I swept away, one-by-one, by hand.