Yes, I'm gonna flake this one out Not sure of the words To say to make you feel Less angry But tonight my cramps And sadnesses Assault my defenses, Crunching inward (Twig sounds in the foreground) And Anthony can't, won't stop The paralysis from following this Sarcophagus sinking Deeper into the ruins And deeper Into … Continue reading Flake



leaving behind stress, pain, frustration, and worst of all the anxiety of stakes raised too high of endless camera flashes of powerless accountability but guilt, regret, nightmares remain no easy antidote to self-inflicted toxicity, it must be left alone


Sometimes the most challenging part of my day is fitting my thoughts into a shoebox by the closet before I fall asleep. You don’t start thinking until your shoes are on, Ms. Crawford, my sixth-grade gym teacher, would say. She would complain to us when Richie wore flip-flops to class. “Weren’t you in class last … Continue reading Shoebox

The Breach

Time is an astronaut and I am its copilot on this Mission to Mars Paid for by student loan sharks, Not loan dolphins GRADUATION Once more dear friends Soon until eternity Caps and gowns await Fragile, like dollar signs and Restaurant tips We’re taking these sacred moments With us into space