Month: June 2020

me   sometimes I think this body belongs to no one least of all the one it shapes itself around     constellations in styrofoam   there is a smell now in this room. The two ceiling panels fell out like rotten teeth their dark stain an eerie brown never wet again behind this the… Continue reading poems are the only language I can speak right now

This week has been a whirlwind of poetry. Suddenly, I find myself home again, writing. It's been years since I've written like this. Yet the content beckons darker dreams, ones that I can only sometimes recall. I'm going to start posting them here. The one below I wrote just now. Every day I'm been churning… Continue reading Garden (poem #1)