I don’t tell my story for you.

I don’t tell my story for you. A myth of struggle, the absolute vulnerability that comes with cracking myself wide open, a specimen placed under a microscope, suddenly splayed out for everyone’s opinions. I never asked for your judgment, nor did I ask for your pity. Does it make you Read more

Spinners’ Sonnet

Strange the writer terrified of spiders whose string game sorcery dazzles all prey. Hidden, shadowed, forever outsiders. Dear fellow scribblers, isn’t this our way? Spiders sip crimson blood. We drink black ink spinning songs of joy and devastation. Mysteries of existence on Earth’s brink, each fiction takes careful calculation. Destiny’s Read more

The Reformation

I became a poet the night I didn’t die that long fuckin night smothered guilt suffocated shame unaccountable years pills and dead prayers Hollywood broken neon bulbs a lost darling sinning a beggar faux reality loved everyone hated everything a fallen angel ripped jeans a tarnished borrowed halo diseased dreams Read more

“I Quit!”

The end of the month is crunch time for an accountant. Making sure all activity has been posted to the books; making sure all cash transactions have been entered. All month-long an accountant’s goal is a smooth month end. We strive for it. I’ve been working as an accountant for Read more