The Chase

I chase the edge of an echo, true make-believe teasing reality. The sound of skin swimming in sin, a horizon … More

Landing

Landing, crashing, retreating, withdrawing, escaping, suffering, suffocating, losing … mental illness is exhausting.

I write of darkness that inhales my light. I pen rays of hope that drown in tides of tears I … More

I don’t know how to wait without withering. My petals close upon themselves in the mere motion of a minute, … More

Fake the smile that belittles the denial of silent rejections. Arrows flung without thought but with precise aim. Confidence pops … More

She is a collector of all things broken. Her desk and shelves littered with shards and shivers of sentiments … More

I’m a mother. Appreciate me. I am a business woman. Respect me. I’m a writer. Read me. I’m a photographer. … More

Illogical illusions of indecent deeds. Spiraling strobes of incense and soft downy robes. Foreign faces with familiar graces. Laughter lilting … More

Mind of shadows and blurred needs. Battle of disguises and crumbled masks. Words of substance that melt into nonexistence. Body … More

A paralysis of devotion, condoned by the historical drone of unresolved emotion. Every nerve ending cauterized to prevent my soul … More