poetry

A storm is bustling at 5AM, the first day you wake up unemployed. You make yourself some coffee, as always, …

Hello, beautiful faithful readers. Today, I have some strange, late-night poetry for you. It was inspired by writer’s blocks, editor’s …

A poem

When you lose everything and everyone, it’s hard to stay on the tracks until you notice you were pretending and …

Tell me it’s okay. I know it’s not, but I want you to tell me anyway. The world is passing …

I want to slow it all down, take it back to an abandoned, dusty town, ride my bike down the …