Poem: Drainage – 12/07/20

Strangely exhausted, an afternoon, heavily slept, too much, too much, ill memories draining, they won’t rise delicately, rather seep down below the mattress, will not gently fly away. A drainage system below the surface of a city, a being, more than four times hastily gone mad, residual pain wafting from the wide walkway pipes, potent, [...]

Poem: Pins and Pulp – 06/01/20

I have not been outside in days, huddled down in my cocoon I have encased myself with stinging words and florid phrases, distinctive patterns to my ears, though perhaps not to others.   Alone, I sing of times of freedom, absolution, and success, upon reflection, these moments were anything but what I felt, I operated [...]