Category: Poetry

  • Day 25: country roads..

    it’s easiest to find at dusk, under a full moon, or shortly after dawn when every living thing heaves a relaxed sigh.climb the nearby hill and find the rock that grants you sight of the rib cage valley with its expansion and contraction. (a heartbeat, my heartbeat.)the archer aims straight for my worn rooftop, my…

  • Day 24: monostitched onto my heart

    perhaps i am a figment of my own haunted imagination.today my coffee is a little flat and disappointing.plan for the worst, hope for the slightly less worst.i can shrink myself down and then blame you for it, if you’d like.guilded books for guilded wings and this pretty cage.the house is on fire, i’m writing at…