Well folks, as of today, I am a published writer! The lovely folks over at Burningword Literary Journal have seen fit to give two of my poems a home in their July 1 issue. I literally squealed when I opened the email. Part of my excitement comes from the fact that these two poems are … More [Insert Pinocchio voice here] “I’m a real boy!”
I wrote this poem a few months ago and I don’t know what to do with it. So I will leave it here for now. I HAVEN’T SLEPT IN DAYS It is the kind of winter where hands bleed from proximity to the radiator, positioned at ten and two as the midnight drive persists. It … More Poem: I Haven’t Slept in Days
One day, a bird flew inside my rib cage. It thumped and jumped and whirred until I knew it was dead. And the sad, sweet sorrow sang inside my stomach until all I could feel was the breeze beneath my heart where my rib cage used to be.