New poetry, published in Spillwords Press.
I screamed so loud, for years…
I’ve had enough of these traditions already. Maybe.
Down, down, down….
Someone was watching. She knew.
We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
She daydreams in bed, manifesting you.
Some dreams I don’t understand.
Moldable metal magic shell.
A different kind of spring cleaning.
The two of us, just having tea.
Life is waiting for you.
Let this tale serve as a reminder of the cost.
A first encounter.
Circle yes or no.
There’s no escaping me.
What happens after poking around.
A time to remember together.
Squishy coral consume.