[tabby title="Poem"] I drown myself in tasks,pour coffee five times a day,so even in those brief seconds,my hands are not idle, my mind not still. I raise the music to a scream,to drown the voice that gnaws,the voice that sounds...

[tabby title="Poem"] If I cannot be yours in this lifetime,let me be the bird that sings outside your windowwhen the world forgets to be kind.Let me be the windthat dries the sweat on your neckwhen you walk home from grief....

[tabby title="Poem"] The concept of night is very conflicting to me.At night,I'm true to myself, like the midnight sky.I see through myself, like clear water. But it is in the night that my past haunts me.My own image haunts me.My...

[tabby title="Poem"] I used to love like a stormno map,no shelter,just sky and surrender.The kind of love thatundoes your nameand doesn’t askif it can. He was ruin,and I walked in likea pilgrim. NowI trace lives in pencil.Measure joy in teaspoons.Ask...

[tabby title="Poem"] These days I don't do much,exceptaccepting what little I get from the love of my stranger. Stranger, that is what I call youmy friendwho just last month kept my fire warm and read me beat poems. I miss...