Monday, May 30, 2016
paradiso
I never write about paradise. About the region between familiar hands and my own, about the person who makes the perilous journ...
Thursday, March 31, 2016
the boy with the scissors
I warn you, the words may be more malignant than beautiful. It’s a story about a boy and his plant, the seed that took so long to spr...
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
you & she (part 1)
Her soul is not a color, but a riotous scene from Hamlet, steeped with tragedy and the sound of bliss. She leaves the room like a gong, ec...
Saturday, November 21, 2015
the opposite of lost
he won't say it, but I know he wants to. you can see it when we're kissing. or breathing. making the kind of eye contact only...
Saturday, October 10, 2015
boys are supposed to have backbones

Anger |
College |
Different |
Fear |
Goodbye |
Human |
Journal |
Love |
Memories |
Poetry |
Rant |
Sad
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words are supposed to have meaning. kisses are supposed to be soft. love is supposed to be infinite, and bones are supposed to be...
Monday, October 5, 2015
I see you
I have this month's exhaust accumulating behind my eyelids, a compilation of non-responses, excuses he planted like common roses, a...
Monday, September 28, 2015
10 months later

Change |
College |
Different |
Fall |
Fear |
Friends |
From Florida |
Goodbye |
Happy |
Journal |
Love |
Rant |
Sad |
Story
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Today is September 28th, 2015. I've been biting down on the abstract for about ten months now, writing poems about anonymous heartb...
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