Poetry

I envy every soul that comes in contact with yours each heart beat that gets…

Markings on the calendersigns of a madman.Times and release dateslessons and birthdays.Brunch on ThursdayWork at…

i’m no astronaut, buti’ve stuck around for fifteen revolutionsi’ve swung from the sun’s gold-dappled vineswhile…

storms and spiders trickle down my neckmake my hair stand upmy back itches and it…

A fiery fist, forged in words, held up to scream: “Run, hide, fight, dreams,justice, and…

The feeling of sleep and sorrowsThe dread of no man’s landYet the descriptive of routinely…