Hope hangs loosely like a noose
'If it still doesn't work, come back in a week—in a week, okay? Can you promise me that?' I nod. The birds outside the left window of the...
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Incomplete Works is a collection of written work that I have accumulated over the years: poetry, non-fiction, essays, etcetera.
Raw and unfiltered. Read at your own risk.
The Very First Love
Yes, I ate the fruit From the lowly hung tree, and like a foal I clambered out from the stars, calves Burning from blindness. I am numb...
Thinking of the back garden
Strip it down, bare body and bone, nothing whole, full of holes--a punctured soul bawling beneath as the wind passes through like kidney...
How it kind of feels like
To water An empty pot, wishing For anything to bloom. Hurrying to catch The last train After midnight. Calling dead numbers To catch the...
Extraordinary man
It starts as a prick of sadness. It always does. A pin drop, something like that. It was walking down the hallway, your feet clambering...
Eine Kleine Nachtmuzik
We ran too quickly, The world spinning beneath Our feet, smoke rolling Off our toes—our footprints Flickering, eyes dancing to the death...
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