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Night Drive

I’ve got phrases for days like the school kids say I’ve got clouds of prey hunting birds of gray and a mighty mouse who can’t come and play since she’s busy lifting cheese for the snowy goats to eat, but Billie’s gone silly in the toboggan head and it’s dark outside so ghosts ride schoolContinue reading “Night Drive”

This Book Won’t be Winning a Watty

(this book right here) Early in the summer, I got the chance to work with the “Bootcamp Mentors” program on Wattpad, where experienced writers provide lots of one-on-one feedback to selected mentees. The feedback I got from my mentor majorly boosted my confidence in my writing and storytelling skills. So of course I submitted GraveyardContinue reading “This Book Won’t be Winning a Watty”

Feelin’ kinda sick

got feeling kinda sick like dragging tons of brick in place of every bone, my joints ache my head’s swamped stomach’s heaving taste like bile smell that toilet tile can’t sleep through the headache wanna watch a movie through the fever feed me nothing but heat and I’ll freeze it I’ve got sponges for musclesContinue reading “Feelin’ kinda sick”

Can You Feel It in the Air Tonight

oh darling, there’s something in the air tonight, and it’s

Tale of Underwater Ghost

Tug of war with the man o’ war one tentacle at a time and maybe you’ll get a ride to a higher plane of existence, or perhaps a deeper one to the shipwrecks and bioluminescent flesh

Under a Sewn Sky

’til you till the good earth with your bones, you can’t tell me you’ve suffered need. ’til you fill the neon graveyards with zombie dreams that you refuse to let die cuz they’re the only ones you can talk to about the truth– until then, you can’t brag about your courage, your faith, your anxiety,Continue reading “Under a Sewn Sky”

The Sanity Planity

Laugh the awful off, give a good teehee or a bwahaha–all the flaws, brush them off like cinder sloughing from the good ol’ apple tree

Stay with Me

I just got the sadness shivers, a bird flock fleeing from my ribs, it’s almost like my bones know what my heart’s getting into, how my tears seek to swim like oceans and floors are synonyms — all the sounds of a skin assail me, I mean “sounds” the way vibrations bong ear drums andContinue reading “Stay with Me”

I ain’t a scientific expert, but.

I ain’t a scientific expert, but. I was doing some research into ocean acidification, plus something I remember from a geology class years ago about limestone in the mountains as evidence of ancient seas there. In that class, I wondered why we didn’t just make more limestone–made of calcium carbonate, or CaCO3, or calcium plusContinue reading “I ain’t a scientific expert, but.”

Spirit Underwater

There’s a spirit underwater, and a fire in the wind, if we’re drowning under tide call I am landfall to your skin. There’s a lost boy In your halo hoping you’ll remember him, if we’re weeping I’m the downpour of your whim — There’s a flame in the river here, there’s bold witches in theContinue reading “Spirit Underwater”