Summer in September
Across from you, I hide in plain sight, sipping on a fix
Of iced coffee and neurosis. Watching your words spout
Off into sentences which resolve...
Pull
I often think about all the loose threads I throw away. How many times I’ve cut the circulation in my thumb whilst pulling a...
Stitch
stitch beneath my skin, the veins underneath my fingertips—
need sowing back together again. the blood runs cold,
too far from home, and all of the...
Red String
Our midnight conversations over mulled wine
transformed into afternoon espionages,
armed with nothing but cold sandwiches - people watching.
Our three PM classes on igneous rocks
maneuvered into...
Confidence
Public speaking always terrified me.
I hated the sound of my own voice
Amplified through the microphone,
Every crack of my throat audible against the silence of...
The Mouse and the Bicycle
I saw a field mouse fresh-dead on the path,
Blood black in the mud of the bicycle track, his
Eyes, and brain, and paws, and all,...