My Poetry is Extremely Mortifying

My Creative Writing Professor wanted us to only put two of our poems on our blogs, but I decided to do more than two. Opps(?) Oh well, it shouldn't matter that I add one or two more... or five... ~<~>~ I Have None Run ragged Dead on my feet Down to my bones Life piles up: … Continue reading My Poetry is Extremely Mortifying



Sometimes in a moment of déjà vu I forget where I am and my hands bleed into the bed and the bed bleeds into the wall. There are colors becoming other colors and it doesn’t mean anything. This is always happening and we never notice. One layer. What’s a layer? We’re touching through layers. Two … Continue reading #irelate