Poetry/Fiction
Almost
This roomcan only hold so manybright lightsthrough fear of blinding.Though we are bound,our tethers may be destinedto only ever pass through walls,preventing the collision,of two sparks so brightthrough fear of...
Almost
This roomcan only hold so manybright lightsthrough fear of blinding.Though we are bound,our tethers may be destinedto only ever pass through walls,preventing the collision,of two sparks so brightthrough fear of...
Stickle Bricks
I pick up a pen to write.Not of lists, or notesorganisational toolsjournaling, extracting sentences delicately under aesthetic for careful analysis under a highly focused lens. No, not todaytoday I play...
Stickle Bricks
I pick up a pen to write.Not of lists, or notesorganisational toolsjournaling, extracting sentences delicately under aesthetic for careful analysis under a highly focused lens. No, not todaytoday I play...
Put It Out
Dirty, blue bin.Plastic top mottled by old cigarettes.Scars left by those who hold their breath,extinguishing the flame. Lonely, blue bin.Abandoned red flowers drop curling leaves.Browning stems sagging,time passing,weighted with someonepausing,before...
Put It Out
Dirty, blue bin.Plastic top mottled by old cigarettes.Scars left by those who hold their breath,extinguishing the flame. Lonely, blue bin.Abandoned red flowers drop curling leaves.Browning stems sagging,time passing,weighted with someonepausing,before...
Greys and Blues are Beautiful
I’ll write todaynot fight today.I’ll paint, compose, I’ll create today.I’ll take the gloom and spin it into thread.Gorgeous hues of greys and blues.Take my mental loom and weave itthrough and...
Greys and Blues are Beautiful
I’ll write todaynot fight today.I’ll paint, compose, I’ll create today.I’ll take the gloom and spin it into thread.Gorgeous hues of greys and blues.Take my mental loom and weave itthrough and...