Reflecting on my firstNot sure what direction to take itShould I speak about the first time I thought I was in love?Only to be cheated on repeatedlyVerbally abused that I still have insecurities ‘til todayIn hindsight, I was in a toxic relationshipThe things you learn from a situation like that are paramountMy only knowledge of love was the ones portrayed on movies screensNever saw an example o...

I of III being knee-deep in mucktransfixed on the starlightshine in another’s eyes II of IIINothing sets in until you see that path on their body. The meek journey-of-hands traveled by so many before. A simple route across the chest, crossing on the sternum, up to the shoulders. Unity to the Catholics, revered as being in need of precise blessings. Oh, hospital shine — fluorescence off surgica...

The longest road I’ve takenisn’t the roadI ever wanted to take.Having to drive to the cemeterywhen I want to talkrenders me speechless.I first realized my life would never be the same when I woke up...came downstairs...didn’t see you on the couch...didn’t hear you say good morning...didn’t know how the plants were doing until I checked on them myself.The second first came when I wanted potatoes...

They must have saidIt's time to pass through But forgot to tell usWax was all I sawSpirit burnt rawA vessel for sadnessCandles held massFor the first deathWhere I found I knewEyelids are for ghosts -People with anxietyWho don't know they're dead

I dreamt I saw Deathprowling in my gardenPartial moon, midnight blueeyes ablaze with amberAnd in one swift move Death pounced upon me.

I stood on the ocean's edge: listening, smelling, watching. Waiting.Hearing the tides crash and roar as they destroyed great rocks that had been there for a thousand years and would have been there for a thousand more.Seeing the salty, stale, baron air that floated to me from across the glistening horizon.Watched the great stretches mass of ocean pull itself out and in and out and in. As it did...

This is a series of illustrative bookart I created to pair with a recent piece of prose I wrote during my time in isolation. “Sinking beneath the surface of the nightThe sky and the ocean meld and split apart again,Indecisive lovers,Soft skin stretches across jutting bones,You pull your fingers through your hair and stretch upward, The long arching shape of your back,Casts shadows onto the bedr...

In lieu of flowers, send me the cure.With lungs emptied of all but death, she hoped she would be remembered; But deep down, knew she would be lost among a sea of numbers.One of the faceless. The nameless. The statistics that would be documented for futures to Google search.Her name would be erased. Her life before, meaningless.But, if in her death, a vaccine should be found,...not necessarily o...

I of III being knee-deep in mucktransfixed on the starlightshine in another’s eyes II of IIINothing sets in until you see that path on their body. The meek journey-of-hands traveled by so many before. A simple route across the chest, crossing on the sternum, up to the shoulders. Unity to the Catholics, revered as being in need of precise blessings. Oh, hospital shine — fluorescence off surgica...