You'll Never Be Free
I am gun powder in an hour glass, waiting. I am broken glass in the candy bowl, waiting. I am razor wire in the wild flowers, waiting. I...
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In Love's Uneven Remainders, There Lie the Fractions of a Whole
I wander my room, drinking tequila for breakfast, dancing without music. Tuneless, rhythmless swaying against morning sunlight coming...
He Called Her Desire - 2/8/22
Ever wonder what broke the heart of God? He Called Her Desire If grief is the price of love. If love is the opposite of death. Is there...
2/6/2022 - Sunday Morning Coming Down
Our beds our crowded. Our mirrors are fragile shadows. Our lives are spent burying memories. Our best kisses are earthquakes. You fall or...
onetwentyfive thoughts... 2/5/22
When the same fire that lights your way burns your house to the ground… (Do you still bask in its warmth?) When you wake up realizing...
January 21, 2022 - Inadequacy
When she comes, she rises beneath him, back arched against twisted sheets, her heart to his chest, and when her heart doesn’t feel his,...
Through the Tik Tok You Don't Stop
Life, over time, grinds down the soul, and belief becomes the casualty. You can only save the ones capable of believing. The ones who...
January 18, 2022 - Swan Song
It’s as though in that first time together (on the second round of firsts), as the hidden song on our mixtape played, I married you in...
January 18, 2022 - Memory
We sort through the wreckage, searching for something salvageable between the pieces of what is left. Any relic. Any artifact. A...
January 17, 2022
The shaking of your legs peels back my sleep in layers. You throw off the covers, toss yourself out of bed, stubbing your toe on the...
January 16, 2022
Shots sound, bullets break through the sky, and, one by one, pieces of her life fall, cloud blood trailing behind. Through the holes,...
January 15, 2022
Once upon a time, in a land not so far as you think from home, there lived a girl. When no one was looking, she grew into a woman. One...
Sneak peak from an upcoming collaboration with another local author...
Caius From the time I could remember, I loved the rush of stealing. The first time I did it, I was eight-years-old. My mom was in a...
Inspiration from a job application
"Revisit a favorite memory and tell us about it." Music. It makes the soundtrack to life, you know? Picture any time period in your...
From Art Exhibit "How Strangely Souls Connect"
Prose piece based on Falling is Like This. You are Missing from Me She’s gone. Over the rails. Small, dark. Smaller, darker. Smallest,...
Working up a potential new storyline...
These two came to me as I was lying in bed one night, watching The Originals, hence the names "Camille and Nick" (and NOLA, but we all...
Chapter One
Fast Food Sunrise So, it turns out my soulmate was a grill chef in a seedy downtown Appalachian McDonald’s. This discovery came in the...