Ode to Ecchymosis (In Name)

The feeling that makes candles bow where webs of silvery spiders lay their eggs Pulling away in long invisible strands Humming as their offspring burrow To push on it and remember the clipped wings of an  imaginary griffin The mummified childrens’ books White and black and beige and tan Broken lines of infinity singing inContinue reading “Ode to Ecchymosis (In Name)”

Karma is a Bitch, but Not in the Way you Think

Every karmic cycle is like a candle burned to the wick; fighting to stay lit in the chaos of the world. It is one belief that tricks the mind with illusions of everything good, banquets of love filled to the brim of the sweetest treats. Temperance to understand and to rule the wailing soldiers longContinue reading “Karma is a Bitch, but Not in the Way you Think”

Death Revived

The gates of hell are full Of whispers of who we were Promises ripped from vines sweet And forgotten retribution The wolf howls  With flowers in its mouth Teardrops of petals Hears no echo Chilled in sky graves Of fever dreams To lay with the fallen soldiers Dragon mountainous death The poppy, red, red, redContinue reading “Death Revived”


We are born of dirt Sticky as maggots to death And whether we are stars Cannot be said Faint against the sky It is you and I  Fragile on the rock Burning a hole through the earth It is you and I Swallowing shards of lies Until they pierce our throats  And we can noContinue reading “Nightcrawler”

I think about the way you are

You will grow old and wither before me, dying like a fragile light. Your wrinkles will compress tightly against your skull as the flame beats the carved wood to ash. Your eyes will become sunken and obscured by white ash like snow on your eyelashes. My death seems infinite like a star that died manyContinue reading “I think about the way you are”