I can swear you love your wife because even here as you lay on my bare breasts, same ones you’ve fondled and held this past hour, your voice has an extra spark when you talk about her. Every Tuesday we meet here, this inbetween place for both of us to rest our weary bones.…… Continue reading Tuesdays…….
I feel like I’ve been waiting for you for so long. There’s a lot of history between us. What makes you different isn’t my birthday that you bring every year, that is just your party trick,you are a trickster. You taunt me with death daily and as I am about to give up, it’s my…… Continue reading Letters To August—1
Lash! Lash! Lash! It’s 2am and I can hear the distant sound the belt makes as it kisses the skin. I turn over, I think I’m dreaming. Lash! Lash! Lash! Now I hear screams too, I sit up and listen out. I run to my brother’s room, see my father standing over him whipping as…… Continue reading 2am
The first frog you kiss will have a name that is an object of importance to the Catholic church. He’ll be the first reason you learn self consciousness because the day after you tell him you can no longer be his back up plan, you pass his friends on the street and assume their whispers…… Continue reading Conversations With My Younger Self- The Frogs You’ll Kiss
After months of postponing this -writing in a blog I created a long time ago, I am finally ready (or I think I am). Some poems come out easy, their words flow like a river with a steady current. Some poems take days, months, years before they come out. They take time to break you…… Continue reading A Poem About Poems