Spiraling Memories – Collaboration

twin thoughts and memories slipped down like drops of rain through the branches of my mind when I opened my mouth they dripped on my outstretched tongue and I tasted you my tongue on your skin scraping off the last layers of us to swallow down the final vestiges of the warmth, now fading away, […]

Longhead Rushes – Collaboration

when we fell, ran raging through flame-thrown fields together, tethered hand in humbled hand heads bright and buried in blissful blooms of softest sands it didn’t matter, the grating clatter of hell’s hordes crippled chase pitchfork hands branded coward’s crosses held, belt high all lasting love, that made grave difference was truth in me with […]

Coming Soon…

Dear readers, I wanted to tell you about a very important project that I have taken part in. I hope that you will consider supporting us, we the writers of We Will Not Be Silenced, a collection of writing and art shedding light on sexual harassment and abuse. I’m going to remind you here and […]

Devil in the Details

He came upon me one early evening as I lay with my head resting upon the bench, one hand clutched over my breast the other draped across my eyes. My heart was filled, as always, with love and longing. The many lonely nights ebbing and flowing through my wretched being. Long ago there had been […]

Ellipsis (Spiraling Omissions)

taking over… taking control… black nails biting skulls… separating… …uniting completing without being whole mind your tongue… don’t hold back… …release and absorb backlash… whiplash… mouth agape… neck sore… …third eye open let go and rise… light flows in… shadows stretch… cower… lids stretched wide… lips sewn in a silent scream… …all just a dream […]

Draining the Barrel – Collaboration

drained the whole barrel not a drop spilled, every letter etched into my heart, the lines already fading filled to overflowing I release myself fully my thoughts to tears, tears to ink heart splashed along the page myself became the missing link, poured all inside emotions growing the scratching quill, it kept me going left […]