Graphos

I want to see the world from my own eyes. Look up from the dull, pewter sidewalk, Away from monochrome litter clinging to parkways, Towards the milky white birch branches that hang low above Or the yellowed moon that decided to stay into the day to check up on us. I want to stop looking Read More …

the clouds rolled in quickly during the picnic the blue of the sky above melting away  into grey clouds growing, threatening to spill like tears i plucked an apple from my basket  and handed it to you the earth began to weep you dropped the apple maybe you were surprised by the storm maybe you Read More …

Her mandible cushioned safely in the palms of my hands Held ever so safe preserving the fragility of her past Necrophagic insects spewing from her vacant eye sockets Terrorized by the uprooting of her skeleton while The half dug grave halts in operation  Who was this jane doe accidentally undug?  If a body is unknowingly Read More …