to have been thrown alone down the blackest of holes a thousand times on end to have locked eyes with singular death stretched to the...

let us not rush through the salt to get to the sweet

and are we not all being swept along the same river, towards the one true destination?

you can be strength and vulnerability thinker and feeler dangerous curves and sharp edges fire and water all at once

flavours coaxed out over time taste infinitely sweeter than those compelled by scalding.

another recently excavated poem! three months later, your circuitous mind continues to confound. over a cloud of applewood smoke you...

much as i’ve historically embraced boundaries, even i have to admit we aren’t meant to live hermetically sealed lives. tempting as it may...

me? i’ve been hollowing myself out like a gourd, expelling all that i don’t need, sculpting my spirit so that i am as defined by the...

and when i feel stagnant, need to be reminded of my power. i think of the way i can make earthquakes run through men with my mouth alone....

the way fire so tenderly laps at what it devours.