Hannah

Brick lane in between brick walls Cobblestones wind between bushes Spiked black paint metal fences punctuate city lines And the grove of trees hides the graves. Jewish quarter painted into ...

Twin lights reveal stitches of worn backpacks while trees whisper in wind not yet born, sun still tucked in the pocket of the world. Behind, eyes are shut tighter and ...

Grass curled back against the trunk And stars curled back hurtling through emptiness Leaving streaks of light across the planets Worms curled back as they are picked off one by ...

Yes, lay your head down I will not turn away I will not shift my knees I will let my legs lose blood flow And push past the pins and ...

They do not see us They see only light reflected off A plane we have named skin So what do we become Underwater When light fractals through our hair And ...

The nicest people I have known smiled and asked how it was to send bourbon back over my tongue asked without classification or prejudice, just joy for my first taste ...

I wake on a Saturday morning to my boy dancing four cygnets on my bed and close my eyes in the soft morning fog to revel. Strong legs, sharp jumps, ...

I don't need enemies. I throw my own journals away and sneer at my old self, you'd better know better now. I dig up pictures fifteen years old, and stumble ...

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Pulling knees to chest when grandma starts to claim she was once a girl with once a boy who stared at her the way the stars gaze unto the end ...

A rock to dance atop of; a door to stop the flow of space to cut off the air to stop the rage or the nerves, whichever comes first. A ...

The lips that made me think of the night beneath the L And the exact smoothness of the bargain copy of Dracula. 2009' ● 2010 ● 2011' ● 2013 ● ...

the last time we spoke my dad was still alive and so perhaps I will never speak to you again to hold in this world a version of me where ...

if one day he finds his hands around a girl's neck I will bury myself next to her and stop asking where all the mothers were in a box in ...

April 4 There is an unfinished promise of sunnies that she carries in her pocket and pulls out in bright afternoons that blind like the hospital lights and hush like ...