The Dream Verse

I Woke Up With Under the Bridge in My Head

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Weighted Blanket

a prose poem

All I want is to feel better. I want to tell myself the lie that everything is going to be…

When Thunder Comes

Joy rumbles like thunder
Off my skin
Through my veins and capillaries
My air passages
And all that makes me alive

The Weight of the Clouds; The Light of the Sun

The old me is on the floor
Crumpled in a ball
Like discarded newspaper
Like a…

Sandcastles and the Tide

It’s going to be beautiful
once you build it
packed moist sand you mold
like clay

Good Bones Heal

You called yourself a “friend.”
then proceeded to trample over
our house
pee in the parlor
rip down the curtains
toss paintings…

Why Do Writers Procrastinate?

Is it because we are scared that we’re not any good?

Fiction

I Stepped In Front of My Stepfather’s Fists

I don’t remember how it got so bad

Running and Mental Health

How running keeps me sane

Run for your life