Magic

I have to write. I stare at this blank page and it stares back taunts me. It feeds off me like a leech it feast on my fears for breakfast and sips my anxiety like tea. Never satisfied until I write. So here I sit Staring through this open window waiting for the magic. From…

social life of a human

fit to fit in is a privilege

not meant for everyone

chasing a dream a dream I had once a dream of something normal. The old normal. A culdesac barbecue block party with a domestic drink and a domestic life. This is different. The smell of a culdesac turns me vegan.

the day before yesterday

Planning for the future with a hammer and a couple nails. It's a joke I know but it's the truth. The nails are a bit rusted felt like I should mention that. Bent too. Head to Home Depot to have your card rejected but find a two by four on the way home.   Buddy…

Faith

The black panther lives in the rainforest. This is the home of Faith. The promising work of a florist. Home forever even as a wraith.   Enchanting the world with sunny kisses. Always with you like a reprise. True nature's cheery missus. In spring time, love is carried on the breeze.   Her beauty undeniable by…

march 28th 2022

it was the night before; the one you left in your rear view driving 210 down main but never went that fast for her. memories are a crazy thing one day they're dreams the next, nightmare dread the night. it was the week before; like it was yesterday tail lights chasing fleeing from a fear:…

Camp Wednesday

like a pitched tent- we hide away: can hear see smell taste the world but they can't touch what we have- - around a camp fire, we tell stories snacks and a heap of pillows lip service is on the clock & weeks worth of sleep in an afternoon - i like to tell jokes…

poetry

mostly, i loved the editing. looking at someone's work their body their life their soul- in my hands. & they left wanted me to look after it like a mother leaving their child for daycare to be picked up their sophomore year, changed, scared- will they love the choices they made? the hearts they broke,…

Clint E.

i use to wr- i use to post a lot, small moments covered in a scarf or bundles of blankets like a timeline of me. & somewhere along the way i started to take in this negativity that spawned: some from these memories from the dread of time the doubt i have over these dreams.…

hurt feelings

it's still early have enough time to make it up like late homework ill blow it off waste its time lead them on never commit and disappoint my mother.

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hated the way we left that place shredded into bits in an open can cigarette ash half emptied bottles and a couple of new years hats: they were home made, blue and pink glitter baby announcement decertations unused still in the box plastic top hats from a younger time in a box labeled 'memories', new…

3am high conversations with the guys

as a man as a person as a living creature on this planet, i believe orange is an overhyped fruit. no no wait listen seriously no come on seriously the strawberry?? who gives a f-

the internet

they wished the worst on you slip and fall into a pool of your own blood streaming from your diseased dreams while your mother chokes on her own shitty unseasoned cooking. all for saying you were excited for Moon Knight.

a little space

this little space this little space that we carved out of wooden tools this little space - is ours. dingy dirty damp, full of holes and ants in the summer but it's ours. this little space in outer space they can see us dance first time at second base setting up our bookcase. when we…

birth certificate

future sight is inexpensive it only cost me my youth