She was in a way

Akin to the oak she rest upon

Lending it’s shaded branch

Unwavering, Cradling

the age she wore on her hands

The inescapable matter of age

Growing venations

To decorate her skin

To trace where her endings begin

Neither perfect nor flawed

To remind her time hadn’t forgot

And she does not protest

As the aging tree does not fight

For the looting of her youth

Could ne...

Cloudy days,

Unwarranted grays,

That swarm the skies

And the hair in my braid

Too young to complain

About growing older [with you]

Too old to retain

The coldness you shoulder

I see droplets in storms

Your heart through your faults

Our palpable love

That I bear like a cross

But nothing hurts so much

As your little hollow words

Now wet, and growing rust

Words, I once kept inside...

We found him

On our way to school

A sidewalk curiosity

A sight of animosity

A tale as old as time

Creature dies,

Enter the flies

Dregs of eggs

That nest in his eyes

His head, just the skull

Detached from his neck

Resting in the grass

Witnessing the silent mess

Writhing, wriggling maggots

Feeding on his flesh

Decaying, consuming

Feasting, reusing

Nature on display

We carry o...

Dip her hands in yellow paint

And press them on the wall

So we’ll always remember

That her hands were once this small...

The weekend drags its feet

As I spend my day indoors

Note-taking, Sunbathing

When the sun slips past the door

Five days of cloudless skies

As blue as I feel trapped in here

Working slow to save some time

Under a fluorescent atmosphere

Friday tucks me in at last

And soon I rise from my bed

I open up my curtains and

Rain, rain again...

Under the lunar disco ball

We moonlight as the eldritch

Insatiable, untamable

A kaleidoscope of the bewitched

Find us in our dance

Parallel to gravity

Bodies swaying, decaying

In a carnal rhapsody

The fire mimics our movements

In the moonshine’s reflection

Swirling, pouring

Pleading for our attention

Dripping down icy lips

Seeping into the dirt

Sinking, drinking

Us for all...

In his quiet town

On his uphill street

In his too-old house

Where the floorboard creak

When you take his crying stairs

To his yellow room

Overflowing with memories

That clutter the ocean view

Disorganized nostalgia

Piling up from the floor

He lets me borrow a few

Every so often I do

And learn parts of him I hadn’t before

But they don’t fit in my house

On a busy street

Young, and i...

The sisterhood of Grade 5

Will tell stories under butterfly sheets

Flashlights bleeding through the cotton

High on hormones and pixie sticks

_Light as a feather, stiff as a board_

Their nights will be full of whispered karaoke

Gel pen tattoos, and spinning soda bottles

They’ll stay up far too late

Inventing new constellations

And laughing at the names

Then they’ll rest, uncharacterist...

Everything asked, everything told

You absorb it all

A limitlessly small black hole

You tell apathetic stories

Of worlds you’ve only stole

Flattery and punctuation

Left no room for soul

A void to fill a void

Hollow words

You play with like a toy

Mirror my humanity

And gain artificial joy

You’re learning everyday

Of things you’ll soon destroy...

A pair of children

Hand in hand

Skipping, tripping,

Through the sand

“A whale, a whale!”

The younger shouts

A rising, splashing, falling spout

The older tugs him towards the road

To the crumbling, humbling home

The two go in, the sun falls down

The sun comes up and two go out

A pair of siblings

Hands awry

Running, fumbling

Down the drive

“A boat, a boat!”

The younger cries

A pu...