NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 24: “this poem is about gratitude.”

Sun blazes through the sheer blinds of my cold bedroom. Breakfast comes in a plate of toast, butter, & fruit. Lukewarm coffee sits inside a pot. Phone comes alive with news & follow-ups & tags & requests. To-do lists shape the pages of my desk diary. I...

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 23: “not everything can be written.”

On nights like this, I remember how easy it is to love. How rightly we fit in each other’s empty space, your voice gently stoking the embers of the hearth burning brightly beneath my heart. On nights like this, I find it hardest to write. What more can be said about...

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 22: “the fall of icarus.”

When Icarus flew too close to the sun, was anyone there to catch him? When the wax, the feathers, and the sticks from his arms melted away to nothingness, who was there to hear him scream? I hope that wherever he fell—whether deep ocean blue or tides of sand or...

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 20: “you say it will get better.”

I hope it does. When this tired flesh & bone sinks deep into the covers I want dams to be built to contain the rivers of my eyes. I want to learn how to hold my hand without strangling it. I want all this fury wound tightly around my jaw to dissipate so my cheek...