Category Archives: poetry

1- Examine

We went to witch school, you and I, hidden in the outback of Australia– which witch school, the one shifting between realms of new times and wild climes, the one with the potions plot and the spellcaster squad, the school for the demon kids who drew fickle fire from the air.

I obliterated this heart

because the tyrant lived there. Like a bad head louse it couldn’t let go of the power pulsing through me. The power of anger, reckless abandon, and love. My stomach might be the star at the center of my solar system body, but even large planets and hearts pull stars to their gravity a little.Continue reading “I obliterated this heart”

So villainous & tyranting

How do you stop the rebels from rebelling? Easy peasy. You set them up with someone telling them things to think. Two, you point their guns away from you, at whatever villain you can trick them to believe wants to hurt them worse than you.

My Power

Let’s pretend like we are little, and I have the power to turn invisible. But only sometimes, since other times my power is, I control the weather. Or maybe, I shoot fireworks from my fingers. Or maybe my power is, I’m so awesome that nothing corrupts me. But don’t worry, whatever

orbital HEART

Imagine if my insides held a solar system. Here is my stomach, hot and glowing blue, where all the energy radiates from, out through the rest of me. Here is my mind, made of many moons, always admiring the beauty of my pieces. My fingers reach like the distant dwarf planets, cold to touch, andContinue reading “orbital HEART”

purple patch of sea

This purple patch of sea inside your acid soul has got me thinking, the fumes can’t hurt more than bleach does and the beach can’t worship if the starfish fuss but the starfish won’t dance if your sea’s a fanta one and santa’s fee won’t pay interest when the penguins can’t prance but comets comeContinue reading “purple patch of sea”

Some random poems I didn’t know what to do with

supreme pizza is sickeningly soluble in soda so stir slowly, then sip some savagely inside swift straws and slake your satisfying salivation. — Witch on a mop such a precarious affair likely to flop through the nefarious air — your diaper burn hurt the fern terns adjourn in the bird nest and confer the bestContinue reading “Some random poems I didn’t know what to do with”