I remember composing an album after a traumatic loss. I usually turn to my writing to touch the depths of despair, but this time I reached for the piano keys. My fingers stumbled over them, slow but steady, eventually finding a melody congruent to the tempo of my heart’s desires. It’s never been my favorite, butContinue reading “The Heart’s Melody”
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The Zanzibar Hotel Excerpt
We’re lying in the hammocks, The night air is thin but warm. My drink pours all over my leg, leaving a sticky trail of sour juice. We’re laughing until we’re not. Drunken laughter grips my brain, Possessing my entire body. O glances over her drink, her body rocking the hammock. The lights fill the undersideContinue reading “The Zanzibar Hotel Excerpt”
Summer Nights Poetry
Thoughts from the shower
The clockwork gears unraveling beneath my skin. A labyrinth, a lifetime in the making, is burning. The absence of your nearness has abandoned me. I showered today for the first time since. And I lie in the sheets, like my skin, that have been scrubbed clean. And although the warmth is all mine, I can’tContinue reading “Thoughts from the shower”
The Bird and The Storm
The tears fall, and once again I don’t understand. It’s like the skies prophesized, the unravelling is inevitable. My love, my darling is like an exotic bird. He flies free, quick, never looking back. Loyal, steady, but fleeting, Drinking the orchard’s sweet drips. I am a hurricane, The tempest itself, Bitter and crackly. The torrentialContinue reading “The Bird and The Storm”
Banana Island
In the daytime, we bask in the sun, but the rays are harsh in this swampy corner of the river. It rubs our skin red and raw, but in two days’ time, the desirable brown will develop like a roll of film, and the water is murky and warm as we braid thread, waiting forContinue reading “Banana Island”
love of my life
love of my life i will abandon you not a harsh mistress but mine nonetheless a life of bleeding paper all the extremities of the heart to your madness i commit myself i bear your mark proudly at your service to you i present my blood and my flesh sever my soul from my bodyContinue reading “love of my life”
A Dying Garden
It’s crazy how the garden hardly looks beautiful anymore. I let the grass grow out, convinced length was the missing piece. Yes, that’s what I thought, that the short grass just wasn’t right. The azaleas are blue now. I’ve always admired them from afar, and now they grow in my garden, beautiful but out ofContinue reading “A Dying Garden”
The Ambulance In The Parking Lot
I was lying in bed. It seemed to be another night where I couldn’t risk falling asleep. Even now, I couldn’t tell you why. I’d like to believe that maybe my story is more than just a fold in the infinite vastness, and that somehow it began with a warning from the universe itself. We’llContinue reading “The Ambulance In The Parking Lot”
My Corpse Garden
i can’t escape the corpse garden. there is no exit, it’s everywhere and nowhere all at once. its reality as much as it is fantasy, with equal parts traumatic hallucination. the severed heads bear a striking resemblance to fan palms, the gnarled fingers almost like twigs, grasping for anything that moves. it stinks of rottingContinue reading “My Corpse Garden”
Literary Musings 