From Alcatraz by spoon I’ve reached the sea that spans the world though the particular name and location of my free that touches everything is specific as are the bridges there because they are where I call home When I found myself on that shore having abandoned all hope of simple ability to ever walk… Read More BC

A Good Bye

You act like I’ll always be here to hold you And I will in the marrow of my memory of who is me But never again in my arms legs or mind Not until we are stars again I hope this has been a good bye  

Candy Crush

I told you that I loved you ten thousand times with my eyes before it fell from my lips How I’ve suffered without words or touch from yours But I’ve lived and I’ve made do constructed a life to live without you and I even thought it could work until I realized holding space for… Read More Candy Crush


It seems clear a still pond in the morning temporary escape idyllic picture in your head that makes you want to stay But when you jump in everything muddles around you the ripple effects carry on things and those you love have no choice but to be pushed away At first the cool is refreshing contrast to… Read More Clear

The Artist

Meet me at the place where your love for yourself slightly outweighs your love for your family and me for sour and spicy things for drawing and ways to escape Meet me with eyes and no words where we know that we’re heard honestly without shame this is not a fucking game but the ball is fully in your… Read More The Artist


I don’t want to lose you he says eyes of the earth and sea pleading longingly But you will I say every day For I am not possession but self possessed I can’t help but lose myself in what’s routine or novel to get lost exploring music or nature ideas and questions causes and creations… Read More Impending


To the mama who holds the other half of my heart and slight RBF friend of my soul maker of laughter perfectly timed with my attempts to swallow keeper of my secrets that I could never keep from you Sit down and listen here to me Know really take time to stop and hear how… Read More Pweeep


My heart is sore this morning because it spent the night despite my tired state stretching to the edges of everything it knows seeking our sillage like an old labrador lost in the forest without its companion roaming like a compass with no magnet like a song with no rhythm there just isn’t sense though… Read More Despite