Drowning In Ink

I hate that I can see you drowning in ink far too muted to ever be called blue Am I meant to rescue you? Without will or way I have found you, angry and left wanting, dressed down on cotton pages, milling in mediocrity and pulling pleasantries from the clichés that speak your name and … Continue reading Drowning In Ink

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

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

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 … Continue reading Before The Lights Come Up

On the Outskirts of My Mind and a City in Northern BC

I am still here writing shitty poetry and you were bought like art and gone like fleeting moments that mean nothing until after you move on. I closed my mouth and tasted our lies, opened it again to raise my voice and I watched it climb over you. I wrote to you after I left, … Continue reading On the Outskirts of My Mind and a City in Northern BC

Fine On The Outside

I look fine on the outside, until fine meets perfect when it rolls in, and over the knapweeds taking over my drive at precisely 8:15 a.m., shouting good morning from behind foggy windows. I kiss the little one on her head and exchange fleeting glances full of cynicism and love with the oldest, before I … Continue reading Fine On The Outside

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 … Continue reading The Old Friend