To be a writer means to trade in the person you are, to become the person you wish to be. To be a writer, means to leave behind the shell you live in, and replace your skin with sunligh...
4 days deep in January’s throat and I already feel my veins holding brick walls, My breath has become even shallower than the last time I remember the days when my bones still held o...
I sit buried in the sand, eyes closing, opening, and closing again, synchronized to the heartbeat of the waves, as they crash down before me in slow motion. I’m inhaling and exhaling th...
Be crumbled, they said. It’s okay to admit you don’t have always copper hands, [my father had copper hands and I guess mine were trying to match] These people they’ll look for you, ...
I’m laying with my back to the ocean, the sound of its voice beating against my eardrums. The air around me is soft against my fingertips, as the wind is running slowly down my spine, e...
Because my father never told me, that my jupiter hands were glisten… Planets spinning all around me, All inside me; I let my fingers be cut away with…
I have written about you for so long, and now finally my eyes lay before you, mother ocean. All of my poems seem to gather your energy, they roar with your voice and shine from your sun...
I said I couldn’t hold your words… The night was full of skinned knuc… meandering voices and the sound of… full of shallow breaths, of “I don… This town used to hold kings and q…
It’s a still and moonless night, and my breath is light and shaky, as it fogs up the last mirror I’ve written your name on. Glass has filled my lungs, and i lay along the rain kissed gr...
At 7:07 I lay beneath the newborn sun, as I felt the rush of rain absorb into my lungs, and the heaviness of the sky burst into my chest. I was filled with the onrush of the earth, yet ...
Your name is stuck in my throat, and it burns every time I say it out loud. It’s a match that will never go out, it’s a flame that’s burning down the whole town that is my body. It’s le...
I fell asleep with the taste of bl… nothing felt like home anymore. Falling asleep in my own bed, my f… But I’m a shadow. I never grew u… My home was a little White House,…
It was a clean break of the neck, the weight of his absence sitting on her shoulders. My momma she promised to love you, even if it meant keeping your side of the bed warm while you wer...
I’m laying here tonight with the full moon trapped inside my ribcage, I’m drunk off of words, and the summers heavy hearted goodbyes. There’s waves in my heart and they crash down insid...
You tried to change, I saw it in the way you folded your arms across your delicate chest, as if trying to hide even your ribcage. You swallowed the clouds and carved every star into you...