I'm-mortal

I've known death as I've known love, intimately, through only deep and fleeting glimpses. Always on the brink of that sweet release, some breadth or fall I can't describe will elude to remove that absolute finality and embrace. Yet again I'm left...

This One Is For You

Most people, when they tell a story, they never tell it right. They’ll rush through it, fumbling along way, just dying to get it over with like a virginity. Or they’ll laugh as they talk, really stacking on the expectation, and when the punch line...

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I’ve noticed a characteristic trend in the writers I’ve had the tragic privilege of meeting this past year, whether in social events or through digital networks such as Thoughts.com or Tumblr: this subtle but very obvious frantic desperation for...

It's Not Me, It's You.

I refuse to accept the idea that individuals can, and supposedly do, "fall out of love." It's outrageous to think it can simply fade away or be cast aside on whim or circumstance. Love should bloom, blossom, pollinate, ignite, smolder, fester like a...

Fuck Yesterday, Yes-to-today

I once had a tendency to trap memories of past loves, encasing them in glass like souvenirs, exhibited in the wide-narrow halls of nostalgia up high atop romantisized pedastals far from the reach of my own hand or even Gods. One disenchanted drunken...

Make A Wish If You Ever See Her

You coo a soft woo when you ask if you are beautiful like a  bovine star; unreachable, distant,  succulent. Sweet tremor, flickering in the night. 

They Say Making A List Helps But Not So Much

I regret wild nights of laughter and fun. I regret stealing cookies from the convenience store on my way to elementary school so many years ago. Birthday parties. The cute chipper girl that worked in a nearby coffee shop. I regret photographs of what...

By _____ Would Be Pretty Hard To Cite Though

People have the atrocious habit of trying find inexistent connections between a piece of writing with whoever wrote it; constructing baseless bridges linking a face or habit with turning points and story arcs rather than just appreciating a...

We'll Probably Miss Our Flight Anyway

I’m tired, she had said, cracking a glass smile that shimmered like soft rain under a midnight street lamp. I extend a helpful hand, but hers wrap more tightly around the baggage; once brittle fingers turning to a steel grip. I suppose there must be...

How To Love My Ex, A Correspondence With Her New Boyfriend

Dear My Ex Girlfriends New Boyfriend, Whenever she is hurt she will shut up, shut down, and shut doors. Learn to pick locks. A joke will press her ear against the door and her laugh will echo as a caged mockingbird’s song against your eardrum. She...

Popped Collars & Night Life Marauders

Friday night, more shots and hot chic(k)s brah. Jager bombs. Bartender winked, why you mad she wants this. I’ll ask if she has a fat friend for you.* ------------------------- *Actual overheard bar conversation. Inspired by...

You're A Book

How many nights has my hand caressed the arched groove of your spine? Soft cover, 1st Edition. Author unknown…I wondered if he was ashamed or just a recluse. Both, you say. You tell me you’ve locked him away, the novelist, in a cage with bars...

To Creep Or Not To Creep

Click, click, drag, close, X, open in new tab. Surfing on a keyboards wave, wandering through fragmented thoughts; literary melodies, operas of scattered minds and hearts aching, wailing. Puzzles of emotion I try to frame with every...

The A Through Z of Being Easy

And beauty couldn't define every florescent girls hair I've joyously kissed, lingering mouth nourishing our plagiaristic quivers, rousing still those unoriginal veiled woes; xeroxed youthful zeal.