Poetry · Writing


a crewmate on our last days – “be

less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you,

our lives on Leon; this boat will change you

so you can survie, we live on our captains words:

where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of!

we sailed on Leon for days without rest

collecting fools gold for our nest,

until the sea gave out

reclaimed Leon

like a mother and child

Poetry · Writing

haunted love

where did you go;

the days creek by

following whispers of ghost

sheer cold keeps me still-


they’ll follow me-

they’ll follow me ’till

i become them

until that day,

i’d like to spend them with you,

the last swish of quill

before the creeks settle in

tomorrow night i’ll be back

with the brief moments of silence


Poetry · Writing

static feelings

that for which i feel

i know to be real

can no longer peel

thee electric eel

probably shouldn’t go to deep,

i remember now

had a long fall

eggs over easy

greatest loss of all time


i know i could have been a little better

stay in an wear cozy sweaters

stay in an write love letters,

that for which i feel

i know to be real

cast away myself

for there i am wilson