Today in 1888, the mystery of Jack the Ripper began in earnest.
These dates Constantly timestamped in my head A history A trajectory Of dread and doom No need of Friday the 13th My superstitions live these two dates Over and over again. These days are made of loss And grief. They are made of stolen cars And thieved-away spirits. These days a dark blip in an... Continue Reading →
Sometimes Loyalty Really takes it out of me Because "loyalty" Really means "sacrifice." It doesn't mean "here when you Need me" It now means "here, take all of me" Or taking without asking Because "you'll always be here, Right?" And now being loyal comes at a price...
Life's Comment Section Let's face it: Those people commenting on your health and safety Don't give a damn about your health and safety. They want to make sure you know they're superior, that they've got you all figured out. They want to watch you topple, like the Berlin Wall, like a falling star, crumbling earth... Continue Reading →
If there are two words That lie more than any other, It's "always" and "never." Nothing is always. Few things are never. I will always love you. I will never hurt you. I will always help you. I will never leave you. Our kindest sentiments Make liars of us all, Our good intentions spilling blood.... Continue Reading →
It was New Year's Eve At a restaurant we loved- one that now houses the skeleton of some other beast. The music was loud As I took to the floor Whipped up by the beat The song rock and roll gospel I'd once loved And forgotten The love fresh and raw and shining again. I... Continue Reading →
You never know how A glass castle will crumble Until the last rock flung Finally flies right through The closed window Some pieces are massive Made from the grinding sands Of time Other pieces are so small, So infinitesimal that there's no chance that They'll ever be redeemed. This castle can't be put back together... Continue Reading →
Some days, I'm just not cut out to make Chicken Kiev. The pounding of raw, dripping chicken (And the meat stuck under fingernails) Curling it delicately in on itself (And smearing the fearfully-full-of-salmonella butter over fingers, because you know it doesn't stick well on its own) The flour, the eggs-- Oh Gods, the raw eggs,... Continue Reading →
WAYWARD: Poetry for Monsters, Muses & Other Deviants is a chapbook collection of assorted poetry of mine, to be released in the coming months! Here's the official blurb: way·ward ˈwāwərd (adjective) difficult to control or predict because of unusual behavior. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a mermaid and an astronaut. So,... Continue Reading →
Why can I not stop thinking about you and all the things you've done? Why do I expect more from you When the past has proven your mettle? It's like trying to stop a freight train with shaving cream or home-concocted slime Too poor and porous For this use. Arguments played out in my head... Continue Reading →