Hear Me

You hear The wind’s whispers. You hear Him spin silence Into heartbroken songs, Turn hesitant night Into soaring sound. His breath You hear Raking through your hair, Sweeping autumn leaves Along the paved, still street. So why don’t you Hear me?

I am not Sedentary

I write this now from a train rolling down its rickety tracks towards my university in NYC. This is where I belong. Not my university. Not this train in particular. No. On the road, moving, not here, not there, but somewhere in between. I spent the weekend at home with my parents. While it was … More I am not Sedentary

The Bleeding Star

Did you notice the bleeding Star descending? Did you see the body burning Behind itself In a glittering trail Of tumbling Flecks of skin? Or were your eyes On the sun? Yes, its light is brighter, Stable and slow. Safe and warm, It browns your body With a long, caramel kiss. Now look again, For … More The Bleeding Star

It’s a Tragedy

“It’s a tragedy,” They’d say, breath Static and still. “A bloody shame,” They’d weep, no Tang of iron On the tongue, no Sight of scarlet In the depths Of their creased palms. “He will be missed,” They’d state, no Tears sludging Out their eyes, no Dribbles of snot From their nose As if my corpse … More It’s a Tragedy

Maybe You Love Me

Perhaps, tucked away In the billowing folds Of black space Between our Earth And another, where beasts Squawk and shake The crystal dew from their feathery manes, You love me. Snake men fly As the sun sinks In the east, And you and I Walk hand in hand. Beneath the moonless night, When crickets purr … More Maybe You Love Me

Novel=Self-Esteem?

There’s nothing like logging onto Amazon to see you’ve sold several copies of your novel. Yeah, money is great. But I would sell my work for free and still enjoy watching sales increase. People like my work. It’s quite flattering.