grief
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All I Do Is Miss You
“Tell me a love story,” one whispers to the other, underneath the covers, late at night.
Temporary
When I was twelve years old, my mother went into surgery for the first time for her heart.
The Calendar Factory
The first hint that theres any water leaking in is the cold around my feet, down by the brake and gas petals
Fall of a Prophet/Cormac Era
I am possessed by the spirit of the pen, recast in a new, comically unlikely and unlikeable role.
3 poems
laughter in the world
shushes
My Brother, His Mummy, and Me
My brother starts high school in the fall.
Richie’s Vacation
Richie was sitting in his mail truck, eating a spicy chicken sandwich, when he got a text from his mom that said his old best friend from middle school was dead.
Dead man’s hands
“Scratch me”, they whisper as you stand on the bus and the urge grows stronger but the crowd grows bigger and the logistics more impossible, leaving you with this unbearable yearning.
Take My Hand, David Berman
The church organs bellow out of the speakers in the living room, playing music from my phone.
I empty out a little more coke on to the counter in the kitchen.
It Don’t Do to Presume
The woman hated to walk past her sister’s house.