January 3, 2015 § Leave a comment

You left
And forgot to take the memories
of the little things that soothe my anxieties with you.

Will you return
With the snow you hate so much
The same as before, leaving
nothing behind in your mother’s web?



January 1, 2015 § Leave a comment

One of the few gifts you gave me

Was a soft mantle made of cloud.


The colour of liars and thieves

Who never know gold when they hold it.

I had to learn to break from it

To hold gold myself.

Daily Haiku–1 January 2015

January 1, 2015 § Leave a comment

Burned and scraped,
The cat turned its back on
Its treacherous bed.

Orange Vibrato

March 27, 2014 § 2 Comments

The body hums an
Orange Vibrato
when the feelings are
too terrifying
to face alone.
A violent burning
blinds on instinct
from the demonized
other side.
It’s easier to
than process.

Conversation #1

March 22, 2014 § Leave a comment

People say not to believe those who lie for you, but are not those lies a strong enough proof of fate?
We sacrifice so much to preserve you,
losing the line between life and lies.

Losing ourselves.

And we don’t even ask for much. Just that you believe us, who latch on to truth wherever we can.

Daily Haiku–12 March 2014

March 12, 2014 § Leave a comment

Waiting for the pill
to drop back down into my
mouth is daunting.

Daily Haiku–9 March 2014

March 9, 2014 § Leave a comment

At the cusp of
three, I suppose we can
be cautiously near.

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