how did I get here? which way is upwards? you can tell from the rush of air if you feel … More
Tag: writing
Papering the Speed of our Breath
touch and go, barred window, oh quick spectacular rainbow! bunker beds, dingy hotel rooms, undocumented dorms that part of town … More
Fluid World: Voices
Things have been a little unusual lately… or so it would seem, had I not been paying attention and meticulously … More
Brittle World: Crumbles
loose nuggets of earth on my palm crumble as I clench my fist to punch the sky…. powdered, dry soil … More
find me
Who has been hiding under the bed , these lonely nights? I whisper, asking if anyone’s listening but no one … More
Ecstatic
I have been disciplining my fingers for the longest time to suit your methods. My fingers have been following the … More
The Itch
Someone is standing outside the door and listening… I should pretend to be doing something that I am not, to … More
Strange Woman: Summer Spirit
it has been a decade, perhaps more… I lived across the street from a strange woman. She would not be … More
A Polite Awakening
…as it so happens, tonight has been one such occasion when I (more often than now and then) find myself … More
evening: low again
fragile, the strands that you pull out of my hands and dance, carefree as if all you needed was this … More
