Previously: in my head A white noise riot lulled To a dull grey fuzz Makes me forget Slip-slide off the plateau This seasons technicolored emotions Available on repeat
Powder burns and lipstick Beneath my snub nose every breath Is a sepia toned ending Cut short Life reflected in translucent narcotic puddles Straight no chaser.
My Short story Bear Traps is now live at Revolt Daily. (Link deactivated, site no longer exists) Enjoy xo
A tumble of words Stutter. Start. Stop. Dumb with a capital Duh Meet your gaze with the tilt of my head Car-crash smile: all teeth Jackrabbit heart run wild Filling my stomach with twisting holes.
Same battered pumps, different view. XO
And our bridge, really it’s nothing like the one in the book. You could totally bet all your shit that Christopher Robin didn’t mind for dog mess when he ran across to the other side. You’d bet your life there wasn’t a kaleidoscope of glass amongst the gravel, shattered and twinkling in the sun. Our … Continue reading Small Acts of Rebellion
Bucket Love is a somewhat satirically cynical, if not heartfelt, view of modern romance and a game of scrabble. You can read it over at Thunderdome Magazine. (Link deactivated, site no longer exists) XOXO
Two in the afternoon And she’s drunk already Over emotional and irrational Irritating the way people always are When you’re the sober one Tugging at my shirt sleeve And my heart strings Those big sad eyes She spills her guts And her emotions Over white porcelain Every morning Every night Lost at sea Swimming for … Continue reading Functioning
I love all the curves in this picture ~ the curves of the pebbles against the curves of the my pumps. The loops of the laces, the silver rings of the eyelets. The arch of red against the white of rubber. The arch of my denim turn up. Everything smoothed out, no hard edges. XO
Instead of my name XO Every text you didn’t answer Every note held to the fridge by novelty magnets Even the angry ones Kiss Hug Almost as second nature Almost a tic XO