an ode, written October 2012 Oh love of my life You satisfy me every way You love me so tenderly On each and every day Without you I can’t go on Without you I know no peace I’ll take you any way you come But I much prefer when you’re obese I will lie with… Continue reading O, Love of My Life
from sometime in 2013. sometimes you love a friend in a way they can't access, and that just leaves you butting your head against a wall and writing shitty poetry. And I want to crush you with the love I have for you, to show you the force it holds. But I do not want to… Continue reading Found
the girl who laughed wolf laughed until her lungs gave out at first they wondered at her laughter but when she continued they went back back to work and play and life and every day she laughed again until no one took note and then she laughed wolf one last time before the laugh itself… Continue reading The Girl Who Laughed Wolf
a photo is all that remains of the time we were together a photo is all that remains of days we can't revisit a photo, a still, a moment cut in half an image, reflection, people you no longer see faces posed to speak words you will never hear laughter ringing out in a time… Continue reading photograph
What would you do if the moon fell out of your sky Would you watch it fall and let it lie Would you pick it up and set it high Would you put it back into the sky? What would you do if the sun was gone from your day Would you let your world… Continue reading Would You Persist
I've got no house and I've got no home // But I've got streets and places to roam // I've got no pillow, for my head // But I've got the mountains, for my bed...
So I wrote this short bit of prose... That was about three years ago. there’s a little girl within me telling me to slow it down she calls me to go on walks farther than I currently go she makes me giggle when I shouldn’t cause mischief when I can she introduces me to folks of… Continue reading Within and Without
Do you know what's funny about building walls? You can only build them as far as your arms can reach in any direction. This cages you in, it puts you in a very small box And that box becomes your world. When I encounter a box, it usually means little to me. I step over… Continue reading Walls
Here's a thing I wrote, a long time ago.