My baby’s a storm. She lulls me to sleep only to rap on the windows to my dreamland. Sneaking in… Read more stormy
There are 73 crevices in her lips, creating the foundation of her. Their mauve coloring jumps out against her golden… Read more her lips
The burning queen always rises from the ashes, like her phoenix. The world attacks the walls of the queen, the… Read more The Burning Queen
Today, I bought a typewriter– a teal Olivetti Studio45. I have been wanting a typewriter since I was a child,… Read more Support my upcoming book!
I stood in your old bedroom and I thought I’d be transported back again– to when I loved you– but… Read more September 8th — Over
I’ve been borderline for as long as I can remember. I can remember being in kindergarten and standing under… Read more A Prose Piece on Borderline Personality Disorder
Yes, you read that correctly. I am in the works of publishing my poetry in a real BOOK. It’s still… Read more So, I’m publishing a book.
how do you always know the best way to love me? you respond to my attempted aggression with calm, gentle… Read more heaven-sent baby
it starts in the deep, red pits of my stomach. the monster claws its way up my throat from the… Read more green
my bedroom window is wide open and the smell of fresh rain is drifting in, filling the room with a… Read more another day
I never made it to Los Angeles the following year.
january in new york was difficult. i was completely alone, and struggling to make ends meet. i lost my best… Read more my birthday, two thousand and sixteen