i only shot photos in black & white color escapes my canvas; stellar collapsed bridges leading to sinking cites hills brushed by a gray breeze & dying trees. until- a night at the Exchange monochrome strobe smoke & rays then you; silky cardinal dress, polished amber hair, eyes sleepy royal, brighter than the moon. now… Continue reading fixative
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ebb
he watched the sunset; waves crashed against the unaware pier clouds parted around the waning crescent drowned sand reached for his pockets like a mugger. he watched the sunrise; the waves carried him out- seagulls called to the morning fishermen salt and litter crawled around his ears waves crashed against the unaware pier
open balcony
open balcony
(A) note on the jar
#writer #poem
march 28th 2022
it was the night before; the one you left in your rear view driving 210 down main but never went that fast for her. memories are a crazy thing one day they're dreams the next, nightmare dread the night. it was the week before; like it was yesterday tail lights chasing fleeing from a fear:… Continue reading march 28th 2022
Camp Wednesday
like a pitched tent- we hide away: can hear see smell taste the world but they can't touch what we have- - around a camp fire, we tell stories snacks and a heap of pillows lip service is on the clock & weeks worth of sleep in an afternoon - i like to tell jokes… Continue reading Camp Wednesday
poetry
mostly, i loved the editing. looking at someone's work their body their life their soul- in my hands. & they left wanted me to look after it like a mother leaving their child for daycare to be picked up their sophomore year, changed, scared- will they love the choices they made? the hearts they broke,… Continue reading poetry
Clint E.
i use to wr- i use to post a lot, small moments covered in a scarf or bundles of blankets like a timeline of me. & somewhere along the way i started to take in this negativity that spawned: some from these memories from the dread of time the doubt i have over these dreams.… Continue reading Clint E.
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hated the way we left that place shredded into bits in an open can cigarette ash half emptied bottles and a couple of new years hats: they were home made, blue and pink glitter baby announcement decertations unused still in the box plastic top hats from a younger time in a box labeled 'memories', new… Continue reading untitled 24
the internet
they wished the worst on you slip and fall into a pool of your own blood streaming from your diseased dreams while your mother chokes on her own shitty unseasoned cooking. all for saying you were excited for Moon Knight.
Saint's Muse 