a poem — I wish for the haunt that raptures but all the ghosts have fled and no one knows what to call them anymore. Is there some silver to line my clouded mind? Or must I inhabit this body of smoke and snakes? Your death fills a hollow with more hollow still and I…

a mother in fresco — If paints were memories and my mind a canvas, I could show the world the rich masterpiece of your portrait. Like the frescoes of centuries past, it would be in panels. There’s a panel in pastels where I would walk, teetering, in your heels. I would wonder how I could…

a poem — the dopamine crashes on the cortical shore of my homeland where reason clashes with need, logic fights with desire pulling like a rabid dog bound by chains I know I shouldn’t love you shouldn’t see you smell you taste you feel you in the crevices of every breath but I do so help me God…

a poem —

The embrace that waits — Friend, if these, my arms were allowed to go outside to touch another person I would lead them to you I would use them to pull you in, and I would hold you so tightly that I’d reach the small version of you the one I didn’t know the one that has died but sometimes calls…

a poem — Here’s what you do find the brightest one in the sky Just there? Yes, that’s it, baby I see it, mamma! Now look at it and tell it everything you want in this life But it can’t hear me Sure it can, baby It holds space for you on the list of…

A Poem —

an audio poem — Listen to the audio here My mind remains the most powerful drug bathing me, naked in addiction’s choking hold fingers cold, it grips like yesterdays making love to sweet, if empty, promises of tomorrow This mourning dew, this amorphous ache that settles into ether’s breath teasing me It is the shade of you in which I bathe, the haunt that tethers to my bones, as soul arises from tangible mind

an audiopoem —