I set my heart between your teethto fulfill Delphic prophecy;slit my throat and slowly bledwhile chanting prayers in my head. Gouged out my offending eyesto strip the pretense and disguise,set them at your burning altar—these first sins of Adam’s daughter. When was it that I misspoke?What ancient rite did you invoketo carve me up as…
The Minotaur and I
There is a rope around my neck and it is pulling tighter and tighter until I can finally breathe past the stones that have rolled up from my belly and coated the surface of my tongue with something that resembles fear. I am running, further and further away from a sun that would cast light…
The River
There’s a river beside the trees that flows around the broken glass and hurries through the trays of ash that choke the birds, and hush their words and dull the budding 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…
Reason to Stay
because I am born and I die in the open and close of your eyes — in between there’s hope for a love much kinder than this
Howl
Around a thousand years agobefore the first man’s rise,I chanced upon a trickster foxthat promised me the nighttime skies. It led me to an empty field,its tail curled ‘round my wrist,“A simple trade,” it said to me,“None but the foolish would resist.” “Look up,” whispered the fox to me,“I offer you no lies.”Above me sat…
Rush
The calendar ink is not yet dry and the days have begun to blur.
The Night Pass
The sharp smell of blood eventually roused Henry from his sleep, his hands pressed over his eyes as he tried to quiet the pounding behind them. Straightening up in bed, he noted the sweat dripping from his body and the dampness of the shirt plastered to his chest. Aside from the smell, he was struck…
Apate
My lover—her eyes do shimmer as gems,blazing twin flames to rival the sun.A gaze that could breach the heavenly hallsand sow coiling roots of temptation. My lover—her lips are a honeycomb shrineto sweet Siren song that could still violent seas.A laugh that could rattle the cages of helland plant blooming seeds of redemption. But it…
The Cracks
I see you, the warmth of your unsteady grip as you lead me through the maze of cracks in you, carved by pagan ghosts of a crumbling temple. I see you, the worn edges of puzzle pieces flung deep into the labyrinth, trampled by false heroes weary of your mismatched corners. I see you. Clinging…
