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i i see i see i see this glimmer glimmer, heat i night night i work heat work wonder harder to forge light working wonder, i forging fuel night rock in the darkness light, the atoms form makes bo...


, when, one day suddenly, a friend was having surgery and the younger days you swore were gone forever returned to haunt you, just like that, you start with a darkness to move through but sometim...


January 26, 2018

the same way as in white label poetry

prosebox i love you, but you’ll bring me down.


January 04, 2018

the mirror in white label poetry

we are given two gifts in life, oliver says. the ability to love and the ability to question. and what happens when you’re very good at one and very bad at the other? you turn into a screaming wr...


they may love you better, but no one will love you more.


December 27, 2017

rue the year in white label poetry

“and he started his story with, ‘apparently…‘, so that should tell you everything about where he was at.” it was the same for me. i drank every single day to forget i’m alive and somehow managed ...


30,000 feet up, thinking about you. every time i read back a copy of the letter i sent and that you still haven’t read (ask me how i know), i find something else i wanted to say. it’s all diarrhe...


when i found out he was in the circle, i knew for sure i was not. and i try, try, try and it only gets worse going to bars or museums or anything, spending any time with you at all. it is just so...


i don’t remember how, exactly, i came to wake up beside you once more. but the brewery on the glittering river with a stranger’s 40th birthday party coupled with a restaurant whose only letter ca...


December 04, 2017

wound opens in white label poetry

the stains on the desk tell the sad tale: there’s a lot of salt in these tears.


December 01, 2017

half-life chic in white label poetry

emotion sickness has me like memory’s handmaiden, the wind, per aira. and it doesn’t stop, never stops, just keeps going, like a wolf cry, a cub’s call to its mother, a lonely retreat in a wintry...


at the bottom of the hill, i spoke to a phlegmatic old man sitting on a bench outside a restaurant. “we can’t fight nature,” he told me.


you held a party every month to celebrate humanity in all its glorious entanglements. creed, color, gender, country, none of it mattered to you. “love each other better,” you said. maybe you mean...


antipa (reflectively): if you don’t show your own goodness, you won’t find anything good. those are your own words— sophia: show it then.


the earth would be calmer if it were greenless, without this fury, this blind will that consumes everything but craves more, the affliction of green, so much greenness and poisonous color. rodore...


leg half off the sofa as the dog chewed through another birthday toy, devouring treats, celebrating existence as an animal can, i walked in on the carefully splayed scene and thought to myself th...


xx > missed connections > personals > x4x it’s going this way now irreversibly, i can feel the tug of it as it takes me under, the neck-high hold as the candle licks the wood, incinerate...


dulled nerves in my outermost extremities, tendons of tenderness, arms in the black marsh reaching out to me to carry me under or through. i taste the wax, submerge my skin in the bleak oil. it’s...


desire disguised as apathy for so long we forgot how to love each other openly. was it because we weren’t sure exactly what we wanted, just that we wanted it all, and so ferociously, that we buil...


November 16, 2017

you in white label poetry

“i guess that’s sort of a retroactive thanks for what i think you’re trying to do. i guess i won’t know until i hear it. still. i appreciate you, i just want it to be said.” thanks. thanks for th...


November 15, 2017

angel of ruin in white label poetry

i tried to be direct; you demanded oblique answers. i tried the radial route; you pointed angrily to the center. we talk in concentric circles and i’m tired, so tired of skating figure eights to ...


“it seems like if you take me up on this offer, you’re getting the best deal,” you said, treating me like i was a convict working my way into a fucking plea bargain. i’ve never felt lower. fogros...


i don’t ever actually boil tea. it never lasts long enough for me to need it piping hot; just microwaving the water for two minutes and dropping the bag in is enough to get me through a cup suffi...


turn around, i said. we were lingering in a shortcut through a small park with a venetian fountain unsure of which direction to pick next. neither of us noticed right away, but there on the side ...


November 12, 2017

gravity demo in white label poetry

you resent me for being right for all the wrong things.


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