Technicolor Anaphora
An assortment of glittery rainbow pens spills out of my
Pencil pouch, each emblazoned with emblems that
Signal the spectrum of the stories they write…
An assortment of glittery rainbow pens spills out of my
Pencil pouch, each emblazoned with emblems that
Signal the spectrum of the stories they write…
You pick the pins off the floor for them to walk on it smoothly and unharmed but your hands are bleeding…
Continue Readingit’s a complicated thing. a sensation that bubbles over in the chest and makes everything light— air…
Continue ReadingWhen you died, I lost a piece of myself. I remember feeling like I had died that day too…
Continue ReadingJanuary was a wound I dressed by dressing up, as if I could summon spring by spilling watercolors against the sketchpad and calling that art…
Continue Readingthank you.
for loving me
at my lowest—
my strongest
thank you…
There are certain people
In your life
childhood,
the memories they bring
the innocence…
I grow up fatherless
A brother who didn’t sign
Up for the role…
Some days are easier than others as we all know. In my years of bad days and experiences, I have come up with numerous coping strategies…
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