Category: Poetry

  • October is over and November is here. The world is painful and heavy, I feel overextended and weary. I got my first Covid infection the first week of October, and even though I physically feel much better, I am still dealing with a lot of brain fog. It mostly comes on in the evenings now…

  • What if I threw my phone into the deepest canyon? What if all my words came apart into a tangle of letters? What if I became a meal for scavengers and changed my name to Carrion? What if all the stars went out at once and the oceans became still as death? What would become…