I remember when I helplessly sobbed in your arms that February night. You physically were turned off and away from me. Rejecting me in my weakness, you were utterly disgusted with my vulnerability. You etched my emptiness into hollowness. Such a delicate scene with such a destructive deposition. You offered…

Free Verse Poetry — My writing is a forest one must cut their way through, with overgrown brush and branches. There’s no concise maze to follow, shoe after muddy shoe through metaphors and tangents No sequence to be domestically fenced; painted signs overwhelmed with moss Gingerly sprinkled expectations that frequent imperfection requires a heaving…

Deception Poetry — A new emotion surfaced. Just then, on page 314, this character playing the part of a romantic, but is really deep down a conman, said those three words that I'll never forget were said to me. Combination of words: one part cliche and one part desired for reasons unbeknownst to…