Poetry Blog

escargot in the sewer

grabbed for scraps of attention like they were a delicacy nibbled and savored like a trapless mouse grateful for…

Knives over Flowers

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

Grief as mass

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

Murder in Stockholm

I dreamt his wickedness dead- no one knew until I solved the mystery of where when how and then…

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