Fool (Sonnet XXV)

At it again, skiing uphill Gale force winds Slapping my face Disgrace Monumental fights Can I do one thing right The snow is blinding bright Pills! At my bedside On my desk For better or worse This life feels cursed And I cry and endure And sweat and scream “I can’t take it anymore!” Break... Continue Reading →

Perpetual Disaster (Sonnet XXIII)

passionate fights with bladed words we speak from places of surety picking up the shredded parts of our hearts starting over with glass shards knowing we are not whole there’s damage gaping holes we’ve grown to ignore surgery individual counseling and couples therapy this is us it's too late to make a fuss let's call... Continue Reading →

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