Oceans of barricades
and skies of fences...
The smell of humid air and the flickering
sign awakened the fire within you...
with sardonic air, we bloom tulips and roses
on our tongues, perfuming every word to...
There is a lesson we are learning-
never to take anything for granted...
“your clavicle is the horizon
I always swim towards...
There's earthquakes between my
eyes and I can't even knock...
winter begets silence as the sparrows
struggle for warmth, the slowly-dying...
…the stand mixer broke a while back, so
we resort to kneading the dough by hand...
It snowed tonight, and though
we had plenty of warning...
I know that people aren't burdens
but I'm feeling burdensome...
october crackles its’ warmth during
the nights. the streetlights illuminate...
Yet again she wanders
over pale yellow petals...