The snow kept blooming against the tram window, the sun feigning warmth just long enough for me to believe it. Someone laughed and said we’d remember this forever And left. And I think we will. The air had that sound Like a carnival, like a heartbeat The frost kissing my nose The lights kissing the air. There’s something about the city, That still makes me flinch When soft light hits, When I smell pine When I wait for a train That will never come. and sometimes, when the even

The morning defrosts itself, Arriving without sound. Who wants this? There is no reason for sorrow, and yet it sits beside you, Comforting in a strange way When it dawns upon you that you Are nothing if not woe. Like silk over emptiness, Like a waterfall over oil Like the moon shadowed by her own Night You move through the hours carefully, As if they might tear You wonder if Arachne felt it too that tremor between pride and punishment, the loneliness of creation when the gods

When Fall is just a silhouette, no realer than a fable the air no longer a keeper And chimneys shy away from amber snowflakes And the ghost of cinnamon lingers through every street I have never walked. Stubborn the leaves That stay olive, refusing to rust As if the year cannot bear One more ending. As if red and blue Can never mix. Tragic the sky that Folds into its usual grey The heat, patient and heavy, blinks Waiting for nothing to change. I think about autu

my feet used to ache, running barefoot on pavement still warm from the day, as if time couldn’t catch us if we couldn’t catch our...

It’s not the fall that kills you, Not the way the earth does not even flinch. There is no bargaining, No hand to catch your flightless...

Do you like the way The purple falls from chandelier under the ceiling’s cream Or how the monsters ‘neath the bed Are the faces in your...

I’ve had this blanket For fifteen years now. you can hardly call it one; Strands and torn remains of Something so soft,  Something that...

The man and the girl sit at the countertop borne with joy so fabricated, so fleeting That it flies away almost as fast as the butterflies...

What do you hold, little pot Leaves lush and green? Your soil dark as prayers, reaching for the sun, Helios’s breath blesses your Olived...

Charon sits at the edge of his ferry A singular drachma in the palm of his hand burns through his skin like Gorgon’s blood. Another day...

This baby wakes up everyday Praying the sun will set. This baby fears the fan will fall So she sits in the heat to melt. This baby...

They sit at the mouth of the veranda Unraveling a ball of yarn Detangling the neighbourhood's goss' The yarn twists, blood red As they...

Knocking on the doors of dusk, This winter clings to my bones like Trees that choke on cigarettes and musk. The air has turned a cerulean...

An eagle splits the sky wide open Claiming the aureate heavens as his Forging Horus through his herculean eye Claiming the sun, as...

Venus rises Ascent from the sea Iridescent silhouette,  kissed by the breeze Born of the salt foam, Carved of the ocean’s breath The...

The Queen of Hearts looks in the mirror, Catches the glimpse of a naive girl Broken, mocked and taken advantage of, A graveyard of...

Summer months unfurl, Asphalt chimes and heat ridden days Bid their goodbyes as the leaves Turn the color of rust  embraced ever so...

Staring into the void, Lost is my voice, Lost is the salt, No more left to cry. Numb with dread, As tears start to swell, Why don't they...

There’s a place in my mind, Not far away from grasp That I keep chasing Yet my hands remain barren. I run with my heart Pulsing in my...

The seed drips. Scarlet, wine, merlot. And from the clutches of her poison fingers, Her poisoned heart curls. Goddess of the flowers, But...