Creative Writing

I'm late, I'm late but I don't recall what I was running for and time falls away as we tumble down this rabbit hole it felt slower in my head faster in your bed messy and raw and real. I've always been…

when the trees spoke to me I whispered back your name on every leaf they asked why I'm not moving on, I'm moving on, I'm moving, at least. my feet crunch uneasily beneath them their vibrance, their color, their life because there's…

closure is a chapter of a book I loved to pretend would never end you cannot change the words once they've been written but oh, how you tried denied and lied rearranged or straight up erased the narrative to better suit your…

you are a blinding light, coruscating through the skies, explosive white fire. and I am the heavy rumble that follows, a trembling, echoing boom. I knew my place (behind) but you beckon me you taunt me you flash back again and again…

close my eyes click my heels three times I know, I know, I'm the one that left but you were already gone you left years ago. you know. I tried holding on. my hands were clenched so tightly I couldn't see the…

photo by Westbee Photography I loved you before I even knew you. I’d whisper little boy names to the ceiling, mind already reeling with adventures to come but. I met you in a basement in Branson Missouri. I admired how you watched…

At dawn I glimpse her face, winking behind the trees in quiet defiance of morning, stealing kisses from the sun. His already sweaty gaze is eager to consume her, eyes wild with the rise: panting, pulsing pigments like a feathered fowl in tantric flight.…