A Short Conversation


If she knew, it was only because the noise in her head had quieted for a moment.  Continue reading “Grip”

Fingers Fly

I am in a holed up space barely breathing. My limbs refuse to move and my hands they sit unused on my lap. Continue reading “Fingers Fly”


A hand is outstretched, it’s morning in the middle of nowhere. Continue reading “Others”

The Jar Heart

I set aside a time to rage Continue reading “The Jar Heart”


It is seven in the morning, and everything is falling apart. Continue reading “Mirrors”


She looks out the window to cold hard skies that scrape the ceiling of the world and fade into the early morning. Continue reading “Yellow”


Maybe Continue reading “Mud”

Tomorrow I Will

There is a man who works in the post office Continue reading “Tomorrow I Will”


I pull. In and out of it and wrap myself in the thunder that surrounds it. Continue reading “Pull”

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