Sometime In The Mourning

Sometime In The Mourning

And I am looking for healing within the hands of a woman who claims she still sees all the colours I have felt fading from somewhere deep inside of me. And I am searching for clarity within the hands of a woman who claims she still sees all the light I have felt dimming from [...]

Holt Street

I wound a broken guitar string around my left thumb and index finger until I could no longer feel either of them because I was high and I liked the shades of red and white that pulsed down my hand until he unwound the string and placed my palm in his own, and then I [...]

Looking at me

You keep fucking looking at me as if I haven't just swallowed your lust, as if the puddles of your pride hadn't slipped from my lips and dribbled down my chin. You keep fucking looking at me as if the taste of you didn't just try to burn a hole through my sternum and pool [...]

July

I think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it all: the moment June whispered her goodbye and July roared in on the cusp of thunder, dripping in memories rained down on my door. It’s all just a little bit beautiful, a whole lot lonely, [...]

The Hard Part of the Night

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 [...]

Under Blades of Wings

I remember moments with him and how he made things that could never feel burst with feelings, like the day the wind felt angry against my legs, and how it blew the hem of my dress up around my knees and whipped at my thighs until my legs were as pink as the petals of [...]

Whore

I am a whore, and I know I am because I was given that label by an angry man after I shared  his time and sipped at a seven dollar coffee while we discussed the weather and why the coastal residents of British Columbia should probably think about packing up and moving inland. I am [...]

Before The Lights Come Up

Before The Lights Come Up

Oh she’ll pull you in, all teeth and blood red lips, the way she moves as if she owned the joint, and anyone who steps foot inside. Until the lights come on she will be here clinking glasses filled with cheap champagne and grinding on any available hip she can find, and she'll wink and [...]

The Old Friend

I have missed you and our time together, and I want you to know that I am sorry our paths took us in different directions and never really left a moment for us to consider how that happened anyway. I wish life and old promises had a reset button, I’d push that button until my [...]

Have I Offended You?

Have I offended you enough? Is today the day when you will type your pedantic verses on the not quite organic paper you were lucky enough to find, buried under last year’s lonely hearts Valentine card stock in a flash Friday two for one sale at Chrissy’s Cuts and dollar bargain free-for-all? Have I offended [...]