I don’t write for anyone in mind, I write to get things off my chest.

Oh writers! We do like to get stuck in our own heads sometimes, don't we?

Family Matters: a poem

we will all be in the same place for the first time in six years distance, the only way civility thrives will close around us as we occupy the same room breathe the same air stifling one another with subtext stabbing one another with only joking we three a volatile concoction of scars a triangle... Continue Reading →

Doubt: Watch Me

It just might be that accidental best idea I've ever had.


Yet, when faced with the opportunity to apply for a writing position, I am quick to discredit myself.


a gentle breeze morphs into a tempest where trees once danced and bowed before a dormant power they dig their roots in deeper anchored—they sway drunk on the wind's power, unable to stand upright a lonely boat rests in the harbour at the complete mercy of a wild master. Wind shows up when and how... Continue Reading →

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