Knotted ribbons that could turn a bath water brown flow through the forest air strung to the witnessing spruce and haphazardly hung tarp...

Since I've lost you, my skin got bored of me, and stretched, stretched away. It became a huge spider web, trying to catch your eyes like...

It’s a Tuesday, 4 a.m., three years from then and the dream is Taking her under and around and back again. She’s scrambling, trying to...

You and I are moon-tucked, circadian rhythms apart while gripped in our own four-poster gaze. Chucked hesitation to endless breezes,...

A cold kind of mercy Leaving the knife on the table And chewing It was that siamese knot in my neck Or that animal breath in my ears Or...