wild scrawl

the sky is falling tears

and tangling its long gray hair

in the fingers of bare winter trees

I don’t know when

the last bronzed leaves will fall

in these winding backroads

across the old concrete bridge

in the aching night

streetlamps cast halos

I am lost in the ghost of this town

opening old wounds at the kitchen table

I dissect the bloodiest parts of myself

and rearrange them into words

I still can’t believe

loops and lines unraveling

in the darkness

like ribbons slipping

my open hands

Y'all are the best. I didn't write anything for like a year and you're still reading my kooky shit. ❤️❤️❤️

I gather mystery around me like skirts

translucent tulle

billowing into clouds

I am carried away

you will never know

my true face

hidden among stars

dying to be born

who are you

pale shadow fingers

writing stories in the mist

I am the words

disappearing

if time unspools backward

we are a pair of doves

mourning at the window sill

children yelling

in the dining room

laughing in the car

I guess you broke my heart

a hundred

thousand times

the white plates with pink flowers

shattered

bullets

rolling across the floor

a steel wrench

striking the glass

a pale blue mattress on the floor

dozens and dozens

of little white pills

the black pen in my shaking hand

a red door closing

on the setting moon

a slow morning

waiting to be born

I see you

like a statue

pale and silent

a bright star

burning

I guess you like

the wind on your skin

silky sweet as hyacinth

forgive me

this blue sky

this last gasp

Like you never knew

my broken fingernails

in your hair

cutting away

the glory

in eddies

drifting darkly down

the kitchen floor

I play with words

arrange them in a stream

leaves like rafts

bearing away

thoughts like bodies

bleeding

I wish I knew

more

stories

I would send you home

on the tips of my fingers

praying to the clouds

so high

just at the cusp of tears

always

wavering

the lonely woods are

flowering snow

trees like fountains

scatter petals

my breath

a ghost in the dark

hidden

among the pine

and paw prints

I am here

waiting

she is a dark cloud

smoke in your hands

a breath away from dreaming

the twist of your fingers

curling

I'm OK. Overwhelmed by life events? A lot of things have happened in my life over the last year. I'm still processing all of the change, and I haven't felt like writing lately. Thanks for checking on me ❤️

in limbo with you

the only lights

your eyes reflecting

the moon

a candle between us

burning down

your lips soft as

the slick red

wax

warm like

summer nights

oh how they breathed the life

back into us

shadows walking

to the sea

your eyes

soft fire

I am tinder

caught flame

a forest of starlight

burning for you

it's Tuesday again

and you're still gone

we are all clad in black

singing memory eternal

under the eye of St George

at our separate kitchen tables

a candle burns for you

and you are eternal

as our grief

I hope you know

even if you couldn't

slay all your dragons

you were a warrior too

in dreams your eyes

are dark fire

burning me down to red

the muscle of my heart

unfurling

as the petals of late summer

a deep purple

blush like the sun setting

into the cheek of the sky

I send my lips

as birds to you

feathers fluttering against the pane of your

skin like

angels whisper gently

in the clouds where

the timbre of your words

rattles like thunder and

I just

rain for you

before the sky was bluer

flowers blossomed more slowly

unfurling petal by petal

yellow in the weak morning sun

children spoke with their faces

smiling red-lipped

or pinched and weeping

pain could be so

silent

hidden under the bed

with all the monsters

you could lay down in a field

let the vultures take you

slow as heaven

darkening to stars

the moon was so bright

and we were blind as mice

running

after our own tails

when there was a name for the wind

we were tethered to the earth

racing feathers clipped

how our shoulders would ache with

desire

if flight is freedom

then we must

rise up

on our wounded limbs

and pierce the sky with our beaks

oh

how the clouds

will remember our names

wild with all the dreams

of humid nights and firefly glow

in the darkness a brilliant

chaos of lights living

endless as the heat of

summer sweet as berries

ripened on the vine

as the sea

so the air

a rippling tide of wind

grips me in its soft hands

in this half-evening

caught like a moth

I am drawn out

under the bruising sky