Spam and Mac I don’t eat much from childhood Not that I don’t like it – The food that is I just can usually eat better. There is however a staple From my 16th year Which reminds me to stay grateful For the job that…

Mancala stones Shining and pretty Lovely little bits n bobs Jade in color I want to put them in my mouth Swirl the rocks around my teeth Like candy, though they could Actually break my jaw with ease Each little rock a seed A row…

A waft of freshly baked pie is carried by the cool evening breeze… The autumn air turns a bit nippy as the sun sets, The farm dog lets out a howl just before it starts to get darker. Chickens clucks and gabbles about in their…

I have raised far more than razed, the dead At night they call and I must heed, the deep Necromantic dread. For none who lived and Recall the life which brought them sorrow Are content with ash and soil, threatened By the afterlife’s turmoil. And…

Sorrows   The leaves come tumbling down. Leaves come tumbling down. Come tumbling down. Tumbling down.   Like my tears down my face. My tears down my face. Tears down my face. Down my face. My face.   There are sorrows unknown. Are sorrows unknown….

Be careful, will you? Things aren’t always as they seem. Why do you trust so easily? Are you naive? Do you know the most easily sold item? Wanna know?  It’s your soul. You. Pacts, Covenants, Contracts — Call them whatever you want, the fact remains the…

Maybe we had love wrong Maybe just a little. It’s not the heart pounding Butterflies in your stomach Feeling that we had when we met The anticipation of your lips on mine For the first time Maybe it’s not the hand holding The dates and…

Look at this meal, Look at it, a wonderful meal, all for me A feast fit for a king! Here with you, honoring you with my presence, You are also wonderful though, what with your face I guess So let’s bask in the moment together,…

CW: Mild potential body horror throughout the poem Untitled   I don’t plan on having arthritic bones to dig up. No anthropologist will be able to answer if my hips belonged to a boy or a girl. Instead, my ribs will grow a tree. A…

CW: Mentions of eugenics, anti-abortion protests, HIV, COVID, accusations of grooming Untitled   We’re on the edge. Don’t cover your eyes, your ears. The writing has been on the wall. Written in the blood of those who came before me. Your rose colored glasses just…