everybody is a poem they write about themselves   aren’t there are enough sad poems in the world already? go ahead, change the world don’t…

In recent years, standing desks have become a popular alternative to traditional sitting desks in many workplaces and home offices. Standing desks offer several potential…

I picked her up from the clinicShe held up the paper bag andshook itSize of a purseshe was to pop 8 a dayto preserve herAnd…

do whatever you want with me whatever you prefer i am a little wounded animal missing chunks of fur, scars down to the bone *…

she asked me what snow was like. i told her it wasas soft and whiteas her bed sheets. when she askedhow cold felt, i put my…

we stood in the street like scarecrows,our arms outstretchedas if to catch the breeze. i walked.i walked until the sky scorched my face with memories,down…

i expect on my traversealong the rushing pathslanting across the horizoni’ll come to know you,but if i don’t then i will stand outside your house,the…

“You have been severed from Christ, you who are seeking to be justified by law; you have fallen from grace.”— Galatians 5:4 if you fall,…

(black rain)you and i—we are the tree’s black shadows on the pavement only bonesmelted into stained glass after the big flash Please rate this Rate…

I feel stuck in time Not just in time, but in a time One where we’re laying down facing each other Holding hands next to…

it is hesitantly in that ochre eveningI present you with a dead star,rotten gold dust peeling from the hopeI’d placed so carefully in the sky.…

the red volvo—the car she once droveand all he can do is swearas he sifts through a bag of nails,they’re mixing all togetherfalling on the…

Eyes. Ocean spray. Clear, blue fun. ImposingFoamingSands, hotter than hell.My hands, water. A burst ofsalt on my skin. Water.A shell, convolutedhighly complex. IntricateOccasionally devious.Warm devilry,…

what is the opposite of down, brothermandude? my good dawgologist broman’da-dude-us-rex, whilst greetings are great, mine palm seeks a five point skin-to-skin connection, down-low or…

Your eyes an ocean spray;Clear blue fun. Imposingand foaming Sands hotter than hellMy hands, water. A burst of salt on my skin.A shell, convolutedhighly complex,…

Of course she’s not dead. Laid in a state of grace. Resting before she’s called back among us all. A little paler perhaps. Hands resting…

Whenever I find myself, lost among the crowds of memories, of these last few yearsI am overcome with the realisation, of long forgotten laughter and…

as if the dark’s were never in your shadowsand even they knew, what it meant to shine, darkly grace in mixtures of ugly, and Iinconditely taste…

speak to me,I forget so easily, I miss your voice once more… I can see us,where all the other people see,and believe love should be,too far &…

Morphine, it’s peaches and honey I feel as heavy as the setting sun And my heart, deformed by the left lung Strung up on a…

Morphine, it’s peaches and honey I feel as heavy as the setting sun And my heart, deformed by the left lung Strung up on a…

They were all bigger than me and said I looked German. This was 1953, sweets may or might not have been rationed, not to mention…

It has been a while since I have bled Laying open these thoughts and frustrations As I remind the man in the mirror every morning…

I’m a lynx cub, organic and bobtailed.You are meant to be inhaled, like the vapos.Full of heavy metals, you are dangerous.You are arsenic and chromium.A…