One day

one day you will move cities and we won’t know each other well enough for you to tell me one day you will encounter me in the streets with a young child and be saddened that you didn�t know I’d had her. One day I will drive past some street that...

Lonely

i want to write about us, about intimacy about intensity and misunderstanding i want to sob uncontrollably in your safety but you are not there i rub at my elbows loose skin and wistfulness wonder about the future dwell on the soft comma...

Mushroom dreams

Aged fif­teen I dream of mush­room clouds and blind­ing light tra­cing bone skeletons in ash on footpaths. Every night I burn like a shak­ing monk like a 9‑year-old napalm-backed like a woman like a wife. Every night my...

Plath at 3am

I am mired in tendrils of regret Borne of moments and cold midnights Drunken decisions and bad sex. I read ‘daddy’ in the bath In the silent pre-dawn Curls of steam vying With death and depression. Sylvia, your edges are Trans­lu­cent as...

Toledo

i want toledo to be my mis­sis­sippi river i will come back to her over and over call her beloved whis­per her name in the night wrap myself in her darknesses caress her there in the even­ings under the moon wade in her...