The River

There is a river beside the trees that flows around the broken glass and hurries through the trays of ash that choke the birds and fumble words and smother all the roses. It winds around the crumbling brick, surging past half-painted walls and echoing through empty halls to wane and crash break back and splash…

The Cradle and the Crow

They are forged not birthed, the little girls with toes dipped in the grave, preyed upon by old crows perched on cradles, picking at dead flesh. In that sea of blood and half-life the pages of your holy book have grown damp. The trumpet has gone mute, and so you must carve your interpretation between…

Howl

A hundred thousand years ago before the first man’s rise, I chanced upon a trickster fox that promised me the nighttime skies. It led me to an empty field With its tail wound ‘round my wrist, “A simple trade” it said to me, “None but the foolish would resist.” “Look up,” whispered the fox to…

Nightsong

It’s 3:00 am and the flutter of your wing breaks open the cocoon of our tangled limbs. The quiet enters and we are again unsteady; Scarred by the song of the cuckoo bird that you can’t drown out and I still cannot hear. I reach out my hand, blind in the darkness, hoping to grasp…

Rush

The calendar ink is not yet dry and the days have begun to blur.

02:37

Look only at me. Need only me And in return, I will carve Your name into my bones. I am yet to discover if this is love or Madness.

Apate

My lover! Her lips are as sweet as nectar That would lure a hummingbird to perch in the breeze; A laugh that could reach the devil through his gates And plant the seeds of redemption. My lover! Her eyes are as bright as diamonds That sparkle in the light of a dazzling sun; A gaze…

Cult of Ammit

What love, if not mine, could burn as bright? Against your skin it moved hesitantly. You were the clipped bird that taught me flight and watched silent as I plunged into the sea. You were the threadbare peace I found solace in, as rough heartbeats lulled me to sleep. At your hands, I forgot what…

Cracks

I move in the slow heat of your grip as you lead me through the maze of cracks in you, carved open by careless occupants of the temple that you no longer hold sacred. I see shame in the depths of your glances as you turn away from mine, tracing the scars left behind by…

Rose Garden

You seek a love patterned in roses that open and close to the eyes that watch as you twirl and bloom in crowded rooms. My love would strangle the buds before the first flower, pierce the flesh of wandering hands that would stop for a moment’s curiosity. You do wrong to search for freedom in a…