Fresh Sheets
Around a campfire in what used to be a city, in what is now the rubble of civilization, four survivors sit. Eating the rat meat they’ve cooked over the fire and a few rations of packaged vegetable substitute. Grimacing as…
Month May 2024
Cottonwood Seeds
I’ll follow you as cottonwoodseeds follow the wind. May into June,sun into moon, I will follow you throughgreen wood, to wherethe river meets the field.There I will lie with yousoft as cottonwood seedsdrifting over your skin,light as a kiss in…
Norwegian Snow
I mourn for things I will never know –how a mustache would feel against my lips,how a walk in the Norwegian snowwould freeze my January fingertips. How a mustache would feel against my lips,and how the Norway Northern lights would…
Aesthetic
I wish I could invite you into an aesthetic. We could sit in a white room on a blush couch free of crumbs and random letters. Drink sweet tea in matching cups, served on a wooden tray without stains of…