My love doesn’t speak, She’s quiet with the door open. And breathes when it's not. My love waits for me, Like the cross on Sunday’s. A...

Nestled between the pool-shaped hole in the garden and quieted aviary, the greenhouse glistened in the rubble. A murky film climbed the...

I wield stories in my body like so many knives on a butcher’s block I am chilly and distant but also lush and abundant mercurial...

I’ve been having trouble sleeping for a long time. Last night I looked over at the empty bed and I thought I saw Bailey’s shape. The...

The desert is full of death, but not really. I drive through the Mojave, along I-15, and wonder if the blacktop is hot enough to pop my...

Maybe you think I’m beautiful because it’s autumn. Everything looks gorgeous when bathed in honeyed light. Your hand cradles the clutch...

I see your lips close around words of worlds of wisdom, and suck on the history of Neverland and papaya meadow politics, slurping at the...

After yesterday’s rain, it felt good to be back on the beach. I squinted, taking in the narrow strip of sand covered in spongy seaweed...

If I had known when I was thirteen instead of hiding behind a door of shame maybe I could have breathed I think I may have even dreamed...

In the corner of my closet there’s a pile of running shoes – the discarded remains of miles past. The colours form a rainbow, like...

Mania, my mistress - I hide you away from prying eyes lie awake, agitated, unsated you leave me wane and wanting Mania, my mistress - You...

Arms around her knees nestled back against me. I lean a little to my left to better see her silhouette fair and freckled long blond hair...