Poesie

On his last day in rehab he played me a song about yellow It reminded him of me, he said That was a yellow day The sun's golden arms...

****Content Warning***** ***This poem contains depictions of body trauma and cesarian surgery*** --------------------------...

My body, what a minefield, what a war zone. But it wasn’t always this way. One time a wealthy Englishman took me out for drinks at a posh...

He died alone, an early COVID death His story now one of millions, but i keep telling it anyway I should've been holding his hand That is...

Katherine and I sat on the lumpy motel bed in Yuma staring at the wrinkled AAA map of the Southern U.S. We thought we were on our way to...

The velvet tufted tip of your perked ear The weight of your lifeless body The way your head lolled to my hand like a child The dry pine...