Reenactment [Poem]

I was sipping sweet sorrow right through his broken arrow. Silly thoughts of sometime last January: We proclaimed our willingness to leave our lovers in padded karaoke kissing booths– Then, shared more than a glass or two behind frosted windows. I still see him whenever I please, but his pillow hair is made of dreams. […]

Spidery Veins

I dye thick curls in cherry pie filling. If the scent catches your attention… follow the trail of crunched up leaves, abandon your clothes in the tall trees. I’ll pack down the trail, the weeds and the dead leaves. Stale flowers crumble in the breeze. Around us the moon spills for miles around I hear […]