Survivor

There’s a mirror that looks back with a face that can’t leave the sadness like a habit that says grace like a priest for the losses you can’t confess anywhere but to the darkness as long as you’re out there but still inside me I can’t let it go I have to release the guilt…

Afloat

One eye fixed on the horizon the waterline creeps and recedes rhythmically up and down my mouth opens as if I could almost drown I can breathe fine one minute and the next I’m choking on grief as if tragically in slow motion the need the reach neither helping I can’t stand and I can’t…

Everyday Imago

In a world going awry everyday feels like the day I could die but I grasp just enough to fill the moment with a pregnant present in between breaths I never could make real art so instead I was the heartbreak between child and woman a sorrow more delicate in form savage in nature I…