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Winter’s Knees

Weep winter’s knees Slice summer’s eyes Make of the seasons Saturn’s corpse (the mythology guy, not the planet), stop the orbits in their habits and freeze time for me, sometime between spring, monsoon and polar freeze– last night in a dream you told me I must leave, pick up my happiness and plant it elsewhereContinue reading “Winter’s Knees”

So…Exciting News…

My book, Graveyard of Lullabies, was chosen for the Bootcamp Mentoring Program on Wattpad in preparation for the 2023 Watty awards. Why is this exciting? Well, for the next several weeks, an award winning writer is dedicated to giving feedback on my story! I have faced many frustrations while trying to find feedback for myContinue reading “So…Exciting News…”

The Sand Witch’s Familiar/Croissant Crab

This witch lives in a castle just above the tideline, the sun rises from the yeast and wakes her crusty eyes. She goes out, collecting jellyfish for breakfast, tuna for lunch, but most of the morning she loafs around with Crissy the croissant crab, her best friend and familiar. Sammy the sand witch and CrissyContinue reading “The Sand Witch’s Familiar/Croissant Crab”

Thank You for Being Mine

Thank you for being mine Like I ever owned you Like I could’ve kept you safe Like you were more than some stones and paint meant to keep me safe through long nights, I know it might sound silly but objects in my orbit have feelings– the walls shiver when you whisper, “you are importantContinue reading “Thank You for Being Mine”

What Mere Magic Is This?

The title for this song came about when I was listening to the last 2 minutes or so and the different sections fit together in an unexpected way, and my reaction was

Cloud Nine/Cyclic

Rains fall to seas, sink thousand years to deepest reef, then dance up to sky. *** Ps, Cloud Nine and Cyclic are only 2 possible themes of this haiku. Buy me a pizza

Mannequin at Midnight

Wooden eyes don’t cry solid hearts don’t ache but I’m no mannequin without will to move my hands

Bad Apples/Puns

If you threw your phone across the room, well, that apple’s phlone, far from the tree, with its smelly feet, you know I gotta rhyme feet with feat and be proud of that feat

Can’t Take My Old Advice

Once upon a time I said, “stories end in happily ever afters too often, it spoils the ending before you’ve even begun, and that’s boring. But if you don’t write a happily ever after, the readers make an uproar, cuz at the end of the journey– through all the hills and bogs and stormy fogsContinue reading “Can’t Take My Old Advice”

Touch Grass

I went outside and touched grass like they say, smelled the flowers like they say, “a natural remedy to being cooped up inside and spending too much time online!” They say that grass and flowers have the power to make you feel better, but I took a walk and the vastness of the whole worldContinue reading “Touch Grass”