Category: Poetry

It’s the nightmares that have become the worst. Waking up, sweating and alone. You haunt…

That hotel room two days of bliss. Warm, wrapped in your arms. We stayed in…

The doctors fed me pills. They told me my suffering was born from an illness…

In love. it is not what we do but what we don’t. A million affairs…

Forcing down a beer 12:45pm a liquid lunch, enough to dilute the venom you left…

I packed your clothes, slowly, carefully. Each item inspected methodical like the tick of a…

You’ve been here, for years. Every day you stand, behind the counter hours and hours…

My cat chases a red light around the room. No matter, how many times he…

You wept, as all failed lovers do. Collected your things, I had packed, neatly with…