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Notes on Anger

The thought of allowing someone to walk away Scott free makes me sick I don’t want to wipe my…

pack my bags

Quarter horse like I’m running a race Blinders on until my lungs shake and break Eyes locked or freeze…

blue July

nothing quiet like snow free falling from the sky matter meeting pavement like a feather soft lie

escargot in the sewer

**Published in New Words Press Literary Mag, 2023 grabbed for scraps of attention like they were a delicacy nibbled…

Knives over Flowers

you live between atriums split somewhere I don’t hate you I don’t love you either I wish you well…

Lie to me

water too cold, biscuit too sweet tea won’t work I can’t drink or eat my stomach shrinks but grows…

Grief as mass

I cried, I exhaled air moved slow it had viscous I weighed less it floated away My dad sat…

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