God Damn If I Haven’t Learned

In this life I have lived and I have loved too hard and too fast to ever make it to the finish line in one solid piece. I have lost my heart to fate and fools and scorched my feet inside friendly fire. I have broken my back against walls and learned that love doesn’t … Continue reading God Damn If I Haven’t Learned

Love Has Never

Love has never asked to be felt; it has never once bowed its head to kiss my palms or ask me what it would take to make room for it in my soul. Love has never spent a moment gathering my dreams or getting to know me a little bit better; it never once offered … Continue reading Love Has Never

The Hard Part of the Night

You left me to hold the hard parts of our life and the night, and I still try to mute the sound of my own heart breaking, but it breaks again and again, over and over until the shards of it climb from my chest and pull my lungs from my throat, my lungs that … Continue reading The Hard Part of the Night

I Developed A Taste For It

I would have loved nothing more than to leave you gracefully, but those matches I had hidden in my back pocket were yearning to be struck as I had been stricken with guilt and buried underneath your lies somewhere in the bottom of your soul, next to the misfortune you carried and scrawled into the … Continue reading I Developed A Taste For It

Love on Demand

I don’t think you ever knew how much I loved you, or how I pressed these poems between my teeth or my heart, all depending on the day or the weather and whether or not you decided to take my calls or drown me out. I don’t think I ever knew how much I wanted … Continue reading Love on Demand

Blossom and Bone Reviews

For my money, Nicole Lyons is hands down the best poet writing today. By far. She simply excels at her craft, and she does so with the apparent ease of one who effortlessly speaks her soul without need of any edit or further rewrite. Which, of course, is impossible. One would think. And I have … Continue reading Blossom and Bone Reviews

Motel Nine

Come a little closer, darling. I want to see your legs just one last time, at the moment when you finally decide to cross them. I want to see you bat his name from your eyes, at the moment when the tears spill down your cheeks. I want to see you clench your fists on … Continue reading Motel Nine