Category Archives: Poetry


Dear Lydia

I don’t know how to say it. I don’t know how to bring it up. Growing up I was taught to be silent in the wake of empty rooms, in…



There’s charred anguish I pack along old burns inside of me diversions Diversions are forms of failure like bent nails I made a poem of your pain      rust-bitter      shreds of…


Remains of My Wasted Youth

There is sadness in your eyes And I can see it. I can see into the depths of your soul, Into your mind, and straight to your core. It lingers…