West coast, meet east coast? With one dream burnt like toast, I have the strangest feeling, the most surreal hypothesis. Shutterbug, meet Lawman? With one glimpse to pretend, I have the strangest question, and I know I must honor it… ~ Is it I, is it me, is it D to the J who is […]Read more "– the most deranged theory i’ve had thus far –"
A spirit like yours makes Bridgeport wonderful … a spirit like yours makes Connecticut kind … a heart like yours makes the world more bearable … and I’ll always bear weight for never making you mine … ~ Got me through the year, got the words out of me, got a dose of what could’ve been reality. Got […]Read more "– one last poem about elliott –"
I paint us sitting face-to-face in a studio, cards with questions placed on the table between us, cameras rolling to capture as much honesty as we can muster up. “What is one thing you wish you could tell me that you’re afraid to,” you ask upon reading the first card. My hesitant response? “I am […]Read more "– short story # 2: the and –"
Who knows how many times I checked your profile in the time I’ve known of you, known I might love you. Who knows how many times I’ve seen the word ‘single’… don’t you feel a slight tingle… to do more than mingle? ~ Perhaps, you’re waiting, anticipating, the right one worth waiting for; I see […]Read more "– relationship status –"
You could be a closeted racist. You could be an ignorant prick in hiding. You could be as shallow as the kiddie pool next door. You could be a career criminal in the making. You could be a silent abuser towards humanity… and still somehow, in some form, you could also be the greatest love I may […]Read more "– endless possibility –"
… your birthday passed … three weeks ago. … tried to find joy … from common woe. … your candles lit … what was your wish? … we both know mine … was for your kiss, yet on the seventh of Sep- tember, my sadness rolled. … the lonely hour … took its good toll. […]Read more "– the seventh of september –"
I took a trip to Orlando, and I know it took my mind off you. Dry and drunk unlike a skunk, it was the warmest night on the first of June. Got close to the magic kingdom, almost entered with both feet in, almost felt such a magic rush, fully without your magic touch. Would […]Read more "– orlando –"