Watch Me

Vitriol. Drip, drip, drip. Rolling down in rivers, flood. I bathe in pools of poison. Watch me. Trivial. Skip, skip, skip. Rolling off my shoulders, thud. I dance in puddles of blame. Watch me. Minimal. Rip, rip, rip. Rolling, off my tongue, cud. I dine in ponds of apathy. Watch me. _______________________________ Thanks for reading!…

An Ode to the Stars

What’s the most beautiful thing about stars? There’s a billion of them: two, three, four billion. More than you could count in a hundred lifetimes. When one burns out in an endless sea of twinkling lights, you hardly notice. The sky doesn’t get dimmer, The night doesn’t creep up, Your world keeps turning. Unless, of…

Fickle, a new poem.

There’s something about a glass of wine (or a bottle) along with a sweaty workout that gets the blood flowing. And blood flowing leads to writing, writing, writing. ———————— You were the lie I told myself, The truth I made myself believe. My careless mind let down its guard To a heart that would deceive.…

Playing Grown-Up (poem)

This is a poem I’ve been working on (and endlessly tweaking) for the last four months. I can’t seem to get it where I like it, so I thought I would share it here and solicit feedback. Any ideas or thoughts are welcomed. ———————————– Does it ever dawn on you that maybe you’re just faking…

Uniformity

They say that beauty is symmetry – Eyes perfectly spaced. They say that beauty is uniformity – Every hair, perfectly placed. They say that beauty is structure – A foundation perfectly laid. They say that beauty is pattern – A formation, perfectly played. They say that beauty is silence – Words, silent on plump lips.…

Issue 2: Infinite Press

Issue two of Infinite Press is out! My dear friend Merethe Walther and I cowrote a poem together, which was not only selected for publication, it also received the coveted Editor’s Choice award! Go check it out by clicking here! I also had an edited photo featured in the Photography section, so make sure you…