I think of all the education that I missed.

•April 23, 2019 • Leave a Comment

And I
I vault to the ceiling
I climb the walls

And you

And I
I get around your sickness
Empathy rains down
It sinks into you like acid

And you
The not knowing
The unseeing
The happy to get along
Look through the opaque pane
As it is shattered

My charity lives in your skin




Before the Sun Comes Up.

•March 1, 2019 • Leave a Comment

“Ten songs, or 35 minutes of original music, created during the month of February. The RPM Challenge.”

I participated in the 2019 RPM Challenge! The Challenge’s main site is down (peeps uploading in a frenzy) but I put the final album up on SoundCloud. Please visit the site when it’s back up. So many artists completed tracks and it’s a supportive, awesome group.

RPM Challenge

I am immensely proud of the finished product and of the finishing itself.

But these mama’s boys just don’t know when to quit.

•December 30, 2018 • Leave a Comment

A dart filled with black liquid misses its target by an inch.

Crumpled, broken things find puddles to drink from.

A deep, abiding patience is replaced by thoughts of stabbing.

Now, the hours have turned to dust between us.

Just so we’re clear, they are owed nothing.

Some starvation is earned.

It doesn’t have to be my love or yours.

A saint out there longs to put their pieces together.

Someone wants to be depleted in the name of giving,

Their flagellation stinks of kink.

Let a nun love them.


Of all the things I cannot taste.

•August 27, 2018 • Leave a Comment

I learned what to do with the unrequited before my skin knew to stretch across vacancy. The love and the wrong folded under lack of satisfaction, waiting for the attachment of a word. Like the oozing of only sexuality and pus, love and wrong stick in their unresolved place. Cobwebs on a wedding cake. A clock stopped at the hour of desertion. An easy enough thing to swallow after years. An easy enough thing to hide in a dark place.

In your city to burn.

•July 31, 2018 • Leave a Comment

What is enough, lovely thing? Question asked then answered by bellowing action, a loudness hard to ignore. Full of the mystery, sweetness. Stranded on land built drop by drop of blood. An ache in you that avoids all the tomorrows ever written. Why resist the thing you are?


I’ll build you a kingdom in that house on the hill.

•July 15, 2018 • Leave a Comment

But you want to be a good man.

You want all those women you may fuck someday to think you’re one of the good ones.

The sad fact is that you are.

Tell yourself you care about them.

Check that box and do your duty.

Oh, to be slightly better than your brother monsters…

What a blessing you are!

We shall fall on our bruised knees and be thankful for your mercy.

You have not done worse with your bare minimum.

When this gratitude falls from my lips I will feel the calm I have longed for.

When I thank you for your grace you will make sure I’m kneeling.

I am the beast I worship.

•June 9, 2018 • Leave a Comment

Erupting under water, glass bubbles,
Astounding heat from an unseen source.
Wound around you, an eel feeling your depth,
My teeth sharpen and lengthen.
I am caught, lanced and netted,
By the tension of your skin,
The scaffold of steel below it pressing up into me.

Ripped, scorched, throbbing,
A thing pulled from a dark place now laid on the table,
Vulnerable in the light and visibly wet,
Intensely pleasured by revelation.
The lie of the bad beast in need of taming is untold
By your hands, by your tongue.

Is it prey if it wants to be snared?
Pull me down and take your fill.
Know I cannot be emptied.
Hammer and solder your flesh and mine.
We fuse to become a new object.