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“Yes,” she said. “Truth is what survives verification. Different tongues may call it different names — honesty, fidelity, justice, love — but when you strip language away, what you have left is material behavior. Action. Roots. The rest is perfume and poetry.”
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“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.”
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“I wake reaching for you,
fingers curling around nothing,
closing on air thick with absence.
You are not here, but my body does not believe it.
It still flinches at the shape of you,
at the memory of weight no longer there.
Somewhere beneath my skin,
you still exist.”
― Saltwater & Smoke: Poems of Almosts, Goodbyes, and What We Leave Behind
fingers curling around nothing,
closing on air thick with absence.
You are not here, but my body does not believe it.
It still flinches at the shape of you,
at the memory of weight no longer there.
Somewhere beneath my skin,
you still exist.”
― Saltwater & Smoke: Poems of Almosts, Goodbyes, and What We Leave Behind
“You were a language I learned by ear,
syllables pressed into the curve of my neck,
intonations traced along my spine.
But love, I have forgotten how to conjugate us—
the past imperfect, the future conditional,
sentences unraveling into tenses
that no longer hold.”
― Saltwater & Smoke: Poems of Almosts, Goodbyes, and What We Leave Behind
syllables pressed into the curve of my neck,
intonations traced along my spine.
But love, I have forgotten how to conjugate us—
the past imperfect, the future conditional,
sentences unraveling into tenses
that no longer hold.”
― Saltwater & Smoke: Poems of Almosts, Goodbyes, and What We Leave Behind
“Back to the dark, my cursed throne,
I bear her forth, I stand alone.
Her breath is shallow, soft and dim,
Her pulse a song—a fleeting hymn.”
― Gothic Poems to Love & Liberty: A Collection of Poems on Myths & Broken Hearts
I bear her forth, I stand alone.
Her breath is shallow, soft and dim,
Her pulse a song—a fleeting hymn.”
― Gothic Poems to Love & Liberty: A Collection of Poems on Myths & Broken Hearts
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