Poem of Jealousy

Thy fatal shafts unerring move, I bow before thine altar, Love. I feel thy soft resistless flame Glide swift through all my vital frame. For while I gaze my bosom glows, My blood in tides impetuous flows, Hope, fear, and joy alternate roll, And floods of transports whelm my soul. My faltering tongue attempts in… Read More Poem of Jealousy


Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses. It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like… Read More Scheherazade

Collision Theory

I swear she kissed me first, but I have no evidence. I know the wine danced in the glass like a siren, all lean in and slow blink, I know the magnets in my palms spun until keys flung themselves toward us from all directions. conjurers always have to be watching our hands. spells dove… Read More Collision Theory


1. If i could, i would nail these hands to the edges of stars. I would sacrifice this body to the sky hoping to resurrect that someone’s spiteful enough to not care about you anymore. 2. Staple me to a cross. Pierce my side with the broken promise & i will bleed all the crippled… Read More Scars