Monthly Archives: January 2018

When will love feel like the movies again? I have sacrificed my youth for boredom. Sick of lukewarm days, of meaningless men. He does not touch my heart or move my pen. I once breathed electric, now I cry numb. When will love feel like the movies again? I used to be in love, Amen,Continue reading “FILM NOIR — A Villanelle”

If you held me, I would not hate you anymore. Hold me. Hold the hate away.

You are fluent in the language of making my soul speak. I wonder where you store the volumes of how to love me, whether they stand like civil war soldiers in alphabetical rows, occupying the vacancies between thin fingers. A, B, C… do you see me? Do they live in your core, breathless encyclopedias ofContinue reading “THE LITERATURE OF LEARNING ME”

1. i played with safety scissors again, and now i have those same floppy bangs hanging stupidly on my forehead like back when i could still write good poetry and we still kissed and couldn’t predict that we’d ever have to stop. your hands are not the last i’ve held. i’ve clutched others since youContinue reading “you didn’t ask, but”

after Les Misérables, “I Dreamed A Dream.” You haunt my dreams. Not as phantom nor ghost of ages past, but as you were our final summer, all hazelnut-eyed, soft gold. In this fractured reverie we dance. Spinning, I clutch your fragile frame against mine– no fairytale fluff, but real blood and tangled muscle, chemical bondsContinue reading “The Dream I Dream”

is breathing fine without you brave, or weak? am i strong for letting you go, or foolish for letting you slip? you are Icarus descending through the hairline cracks of youth, final lost tooth, last prayer uttered by believing lips. you are a fixed memory dose of serotonin and i am not an addict butContinue reading “INDEPENDENCE”

2018, you won’t be perfect– and that is beautiful. But please, if I may ask, Give me muffled 2 AM laughter, bright morning sunshine, every cliche sunset drive with no final destination. Give me piping hot poetry and high heels to dance in, long dramatic sobs into cold pillows and even longer hugs. Give meContinue reading “2018”