The writing contained in the posts are grouped by length. Longer pieces, such as essays, short stories, or long poems, are individual, named posts. Short poems or other concise works will be grouped by time, unless otherwise noted. I enjoy writing about a wide variety of topics and will often use new poetic styles when considering a new idea. Experimenting with different ways of organizing my thoughts often leads to my favorite written works. Many of the entries on this page are the result of these experiments.
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Winter 2025 – 2026 Prose Collection
December 23, 2025 Your refusal to relent, carried in your blood, must be stronger than mine.I can barely remember to have life most days, yet I think I live more than you. January 2026 There are coals in all my pores, invading the face I’ve known for thirty years.I don’t recognize the sadness living there…
Keep readingMonster
Fall 2025 a fuse in my chest long burningwhat if it keeps racingfaster, faster?gallows hang black and blue noosesa web, a lock that binds memonster, monsteri’ve ruined all i’ve loved too muchno friends, i’ll walk alonestranger, strangermy heart is doomed to fly too highthe sun an invitingkiller, killer
Keep readingLone Guest
December 19, 2025 yellow, stuttering streetlightsdiffused, blurry beaconsinterrupt pervasive stillnessstaccatoblinking into existencea lone specter passing througha moment inscribed by footprintssoftens the timeworn cul-de-sacwhose armature lie in disrepaira deciduous visitora fleeting witnessfollowing asphalt to concrete’s edgewhere the moon peers over untouched soilwelcoming the urban coyote home
Keep readingThin Skin
September 2025 my body is my burdenagitated and inflameda cage with no doors or locksimprisoned by threads, blue and greengentle touches lingeras white impressionscinereous stains ontranslucent fingertipsthe swell of prolonged sorrowbeneath the skin biting at the backsof my knucklescopper disperses thebloodless voidmarked by a moment of tendernesspurple craters to remind him:to hold me is to…
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Impact
September 24, 2025 a drop becomes a wave andthe vibration rocks the oceana sun rises into mourning as the rays and anguish paint our wallsi want to hold you tighter than thisto wrap my body around your heartto absorb the scars and woundsthat scratch,engraving the soft encasing —an armor of love and flesh defends,diluting the…
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Tradition of the Belles
There descends a mist, an impending thickness hanging in the air, the putrefaction of white picket fences, discolored paint flaking to reveal rotting fibers; Southern Belles, plump and ripe for the harvest, pupils like pins under the haze of summer skies. Fruits of love, long-tenderly nurtured, bright-eyed while unknowingly herded toward the slaughter, sold to…
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