she was hardly eighteen, this little girl with no guidance who wistfully wandered into an alley all alone looking for love but lured by men of greedy lust, their lecherousness … Continue reading little match girl

she was hardly eighteen, this little girl with no guidance who wistfully wandered into an alley all alone looking for love but lured by men of greedy lust, their lecherousness … Continue reading little match girl
my world blurs but never goes noir didn’t blossom black until someone deemed darkness necessary twisted boy looking for limp limbs for a girl to turn insensate to push into … Continue reading salt in the wound
i guess she asked for it i guess she should have known better i guess she should have remembered the last time she was alone with a stranger that dissociated … Continue reading should have known better
1L year a sweltering september in black suits, black turtlenecks c-ptsd, anxiety, depression, and not the greatest attitude a shell of a human sitting in chairs among strangers teeth and … Continue reading to the end of an era
you can’t get out now, you’ve been thrust into this wretched wonderful dimension, you are obligated to stay. it hurts and it hurts and you learn and you learn that … Continue reading the wisdom of no escape
these things i promise you
according to the french woman my healthcare law professor met in a hotel bar in 2009 “the problem with you americans is you forget: you are a society.” voilà, ma … Continue reading what if we washed each other’s feet?
Hi friends! I hope you had a blessed and safe Thanksgiving yesterday. I enjoyed some welcome solitude and a beautiful day near the ocean. I wanted to let you know … Continue reading poems for pandemic holiday sale
Hi, friends! Long time, no blog. But I cherish the screenshot of my life this space provides, so here I am again, blogging. I’ve had a strange and busy summer. … Continue reading poems for pandemic