Breaking the Fast

They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day. For a time, it was my only meal of the day. For a time, it was the only thing keeping me alive. But eventually, of even that I deprived myself. It is difficult to explain what it is like to go through something, knowing…

Poetry – “The Bay Laurel”

I cannot flood the grains of this dead tree with the same mastery you use to create Sapphics, My trunk left sapless, dull, and flaking, Dry clichés chalk my otherwise flowing casual and lyrical stiffness hovers over me, dead, hanging, Creaking hand forces over unrespiring skin, Forever in search of the elbow angel, Vibrancy paints…