Calamity

there is no cure for loss i saw a boy sink into the sand several summers ago, giving in to the sun like it was just another day to be ...

beachcombing if we were to trace our tongues against the sand’s skin, i think we could find something. this is not to be poetic. there is nothing beautiful about losing ...

Can't express how much I just love the line "i leave parts of me everywhere"!! Such a good line and all your poems have been so poignant and beautiful!

It's always such an exciting and unique experience reading your poetry, mint! Your NaPo theme is sooo perfect as is your writing. I especially love to a writer returning from ...

pandora’s box [paradox] there are versions of myself that keep unfolding into themselves. i’ve never had a sense of direction as strong as stone, because i’ve always been becoming what ...

uncharted waters i’d imagine it feels something like walking on water. take away the fear of falling in and you would get something all-consuming, that drowns but brings you back ...

Ahh absolutely adore this title! It's giving nostalgic and bittersweet vibes in the best way — best of luck with your NaPo, yosh!

Love the theme & title you have, this looks so intriguing! I love Richard Siken so I was excited to see a quote from him here. Can't wait to read ...

Saw the title and was immediately intrigued! I've seen some of your poetry around the site, and can't wait to read more of it this NaPo! Best of luck~

gathering ghosts table of contents: 1. uncharted waters 2. pandora's box [paradox] 3. beachcombing 4. there is no cure for loss 5. solitude, an interlude 6. dream sequence 7. blood ...

a kind of loss in the end, you have so little because you’ve lost so much. you think, in this way, that life is just defined by sacrifice. how many ...

counting your bones there’s little you can do now. you’ve resigned yourself to empty benches and quiet streets carved out in the shape of your shadow. this. this is how ...

finally fitting into myself (or losing it) most things break before they bend. in other words, they will not warn you before they betray you. this is the first lesson ...

phantasmagoria i want you to take me back to the summers where we burned the bottoms of our feet & belt out songs without a second thought. to days that ...

the leftovers of us you say: leave it in the past. yet my appetite does not edge towards the future. (i always end up empty when we part.)