prose writing

She speaks to me

I can always see what’s hidden in plain view Intentionally unfocused in the background The clock, that time True essence of your camera’s lens I can see your candles scent by the label peeking out from the side of your screen The color you paint your nails The chain that drapes around your wrist My… Continue reading She speaks to me

prose writing

Streets and Strangers

She didn’t realize the reputation she had created, She had become that “edgy bitch you don’t fuck with” The creator of a dangerous dance Gliding and drifting among us Where she went there was no mark left behind, Existing too quickly, to passionately to be captured  But when she begins to feel you, she opens… Continue reading Streets and Strangers

prose writing

Lost and Found

Untamed flames as red as wine, dance drunk and disorderly across the walls Burning as slow and steady as incense sticks, infused with organic woods and essential oil; Somewhere between our ghosts and our silhouettes I run wildly with her Two children playing hide and go seek in the dark We glow…. Like burning embers… Continue reading Lost and Found

thinking out loud

Blue-Line Museum

I run toward what you run from, despite every natural instinct telling me to do the same. I look at that which would make you blind even though my eyes fill with tears. I listen to it all; the lies, rationalizations, excuses and contempt for me, because I represent your failure. l speak and act… Continue reading Blue-Line Museum