Calamity

the california coast erodes more each year the fading memories of fossils are all that’s left of past lives — much like i try to dig up my own bones, ...

locus delicti the scene bleeds out like a free-flowing wound, ruby red but hardly rare. most days you don’t feel much; that is to say, the pain has become so ...

The flowers deserve to sleep.

on hunger & harvest moons the dim streetlight, in its cosmic glow, makes the world feel small. or perhaps, your body simply is taking up the space you once promised ...

break the spell in the storm, the sky cracks down the middle in an ugly seam, guts spilling out in beautiful disarray. we could never flash forward to the good ...

Hi cherie! Wow! There's so much to digest within all your poems; I think "ocean of it all" is a perfect embodiment. youth intertwined our souls more than we thought ...

Hi Que! I'm loving your poems so far! #8 is so interesting in its play on a fire burning/burnout; I think the idea is quite unique in the way you ...

So much wonderful poetry!

flow·er·ing /ˈflou(ə)riNG/ noun i. in the stomach of the garden, raised bed belly-full of soil, you lay waiting. you were always a late bloomer. a stillborn seed. you’ve grown up ...

hit-and-run the doe knows it to be the most prestigious prey, and yet it still freezes in car headlights. its fur is frostbitten and electric in the neon haze of ...

marked territory i’m told it is unbecoming of a woman to draw borders around her body. and yet, i have known many men who conquer land as if it were ...

present / presence i am a house that has only ever been haunted. i have defined living by how many times death knocks at my door. the ghosts whisper in ...

Hi Quill! Just now getting a chance to read through your thread, and you have some beautiful gems here! a bird is born without flight so you must claim it ...

dark days, dog days i. winter wraps its cloak around you. the days grow cold, yet the blanket of snow keeps you warm. inside, you can disappear into the darkness. ...

untitled even the flightless birds wish to taste the sky and kiss it like a forbidden lover