some people chase storms
Category Archives: poetry
give me the year
give me the year to be gutted
breathe in the storms
I sit in a quiet clarity these days
down to the marrow
I’m carving values
I needed something to write about
I needed the thrill
contentment
I want to wake up somewhere new.
throw a penny
I learned how to be with someone new
who didn’t talk or walk or even look like you
keep it moving
you know
when you’ve made a mistake
we’re all just rings and rings
a trembling forest of saplings
reduced to candlelight
I sat in the dark
after power was sucked
from the city.