December 2025
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Stitched
My heart a quilt of everyone I’ve ever lovedTattered, torn, and stitchedAnd you my mistress of sorrowWith your cornerWho I’d half jokingly propose toSooner than my next heartbeatWhen I wasn’t who I should beWith the taste of beer on my breathCigarette smoke on my clothesSo you could be the proof of my lifeWhere my stories Continue reading
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Asleep at a Desk
There’s a certain kind of sleepingWhich happens at a deskThat’s good for the soulNot going but falling to sleepWhen you shouldn’t but doThe sound of deep rumblesOn the ear through woodLight peaking under the arch of my armInto the cave where I buried myselfHolding the heavy weight of my headAnd warm air on my face Continue reading
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Seven-deuce Offsuit
White knuckled seven-deuce offsuitAt a table of men exploring fateEverything I love riding on a betMy life cascading to unpaid debtPraying for rainOutside a burning houseThen washed down the streetLike a soaked little mouseLooking for rescueWithin every face I seeA stray elephantWho needs a place to beClutching at odds and endsAnd drifting away smoke in Continue reading
Hole In The Hedgerow 