In the rains, what do dracans do? They open their mouths and drink
Category Archives: poetry
money money
How much do you cost to be alive? Every drink a dollar bill, every bite more dollar bills, every shelter dollar bills, every trip more dollah bills, cellular fills sunken hills cost of pills, my life’s a time crunched jar of moments, grimy hands wipe me out, I grime my hands spending my time beggingContinue reading “money money”
outlast what lasts forever
With lightning from their tails, they set the plant food haze aflame, behind lightning from spiked tails
brought up for war
Runabon grew too, and like her father she found herself a boy and was fine with it and the two of us drifted
Juice
In a bottle, out the tap, I got this juicy goo in my veins. Whole stop. Gummy mummy waxing effigy, midnight the museum move like molasses statue sneak self-robbery or self-delivery. Goal stop. Hold the field’s revolution, take the cake claim the game, drink the juice jugo sluice open gates red punch river feed theContinue reading “Juice”
boy
In the aftermath of fighting for my life at least twice my soul lay like an ash field of nightmares and memories of how I survived, but there
friend or shellfish
Serpent currents fish up friend food, or shellfish not for you food, dead end dread mood and it says hide hide mine mine shame is the game, this acid on plastic, eating away my pride like it and shame aren’t two halves of the fish scale when in fact they hurt the same (thank you,Continue reading “friend or shellfish”
savage
The village stranger loses her curiosity after a year or so, the adventurer learns the names of the log cabin dwellers
Hiatus for the Unrequited
I’m nervous about sharing this poem, because it’s maybe a little too vulnerable, but…depression really does get like this sometimes. It comes and goes in waves and when the waves go real low, well…it feels like this poem. Sometimes I get discouraged and just existing feels really hard. But I wrote this poem a littleContinue reading “Hiatus for the Unrequited”
moon wave
I didn’t want anyone to adopt me, I could take care of myself just fine probably. Or at least I’d made it this far. But I sort of wanted what