the intangible rises and breaks through skin,
appearing as shards of lament, and in the...

what draws you near? is it the fragrance that
happened to waft by you, or the deeply carmine...

a mahogany desk houses the letter you sent
a year ago, sleeping under a blanket of dust...

those who dream from inflated air
with cornucopia ribcages, gorging...

the world before you is one that’s foreign to...
like an ancient civilization you’ve once heard...

i am but first –
a soft yearning for something warmer...

soften your gaze, i beg you; i know why you’re
here with fists still trembling, and your heart...

sometimes, i liken you to a songbird
carrying with them – the sweetest song...

what is prayer to one who knows exactly what
they want but do not have the nerve to reach out...