Morrigan

"get dead," she transmits. she is tie-dye, tongue hanging out like a purple streamer. she emits aromas of men's deodorant, something named metalwolf, or mountainfire, or wintertiger. eyes like ancient

if you can romanticize my illness, create a gasp-inducing story out of my raggedness, the curling into a ball because nothing will stop my panicked breathing but pressure, then why ...

Hallucinogens glue roommates to the wood floor. Their laughter wakes me.

Lullaby The trees sway mightily with the wind; they wave their leaves to and fro. But their trunks are strong, and branches long; Through storm they'll continue to grow. Rest, ...

Acoustic strings trickle over the canyons of my spine, stretching suspension bridges for pedestrians of energy. They glow golden like streetlights. I cannot sleep. Cat-step treads pad over the bridges

Surrealism? My sister's head is a cantaloupe and we go to a doll museum. Radioactive action figures, devastated by atom bombs, cry for shame of melted faces. My sister asks ...

The old tomes grow mold in the stone-walled cellar. Spines pine for sunlight as we delve into shelves. The books hook me as I'm looking-- Bound but brimming with beauty.

Windblown leaf shadows storm slow outside my window. Glass is my safety.

I drove five blocks to the store for a can of black olives, whole, pitted. zip-tear echo of pulling back the lid Savoring the shining pearl in my mouth, I ...

The ceiling tiles of the waiting room were a nauseating green-gray. I stared at them, counting the tiles as I waited for my appointment; my mother had made me come. ...

handwriting poem.jpg We never got to know each others' handwriting until it was over; my saccharine cursive drifts while notes you leave for me at work scribble on with clumsy ...

His beard is a thicket, yet he is a boy. This boy watches my roommate pose naked as he sketches. The final outcome is her right leg, ankle bracelet rough ...

While I am not a Christian now, I was raised in the church. Some sermons still stick with me because they were bold or unusual. Something a youth pastor once ...

i saw a boy working in a sheet music store three years ago; an oval nametag told me his name: bob oster. he had the longest neck i've ever seen, ...