Gloomiferous Pooms

Differences present themselves first: how the mug is held in the wrong hand or at the wrong time of day, evenings meant for endings, a...

Cut here, the first instruction, an incision below the collarbone, at the edge of his favorite dress, red, darkened by descent. For you,...

A song of eroded notes. A featherlight thread. A pillar to hold up the wall. Eyes which only saw emptiness. Ties by which I was bound....

You are an emptiness, an absence, the silence where song used to be, morning light with no shadow cast, diminished by years, by distance....

The last time I dreamed, the world folded and unfolded at angles waking eyes have never seen. It crept closer when I looked askance,...

I brought loneliness with me when I woke, a thread of shadowed gold which I wove into a curtain of gilded pitch and hung upon my western...

i. It burned so cruel and so quick, taking everything I'd built, no chance to save anything but this precious, pitiful breath, routine...

Even your metaphor is never still, never stable. One day, you are the cat, all claws & contention &, every now and again, slumber under...

I would not call it friend, this fear that knows me so well. It addresses me with unsettling intimacy, calls me by names which no one...

The hummingbird only looks fragile after it's fallen, after it's flown into the window and broken its neck, after its wings've stopped...

Gray clings, gritty, to tongue, teeth, gums; sticks like paste, like hunger, like emptiness given filmy form, absent of substance. Yet...

Accepting the burden of work, I was gifted riddles and room to relocate the stars, a new home founded. My trembling reflected in his...

Some stories are set in stone, their endings never to be righted, carved in ice and in copper grown. I walked through gardens, not alone,...