you’ll find God in the gutter
and lose Him on the stairs
for lack of wings
and love that stings—
that ***** you unawares
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 10:41 PM UTC
I don’t believe a woman
can live in black and white
she is, at most, a lodger,
who’s loath to stay the night
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 8:47 PM UTC
may your fear be a whisper
on a mountain’s top,
your ears too stoppered for sound
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 8:11 PM UTC
it’s toughest of all—
falling in love with the nearest thing.
but then,
it’s only a lie until you learn to mean it.
where and when you can,
hold your breath,
until the cuts can’t make it past the callus;
oh,
until you are.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 7:58 PM UTC
the artists walk, in large part, unseen,
when they’re not crawling along
the pavement,
which crests and falls with the laughter of so many tectonic plates,
so many eviction notices ignored
painters, the lot of them,
but they will never tell you so
they’ve far too much doubt,
too much fear of death,
and far too little time to seize the laughter—so contagious to the crows
and their ****** spree
for shiny things of little, less consequence.
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 6:21 PM UTC
I can only hope you’re still out there
dying under the same sun I see
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 10:33 PM UTC
my mother never taught me how to fly
because ladies don’t use their wings
and neither do I
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 10:44 AM UTC