You are all spines

And I am all punctures

Waiting to happen.

I’m sorry I used you

As an instrument of my own destruction

By saying it was fine

That I was also all needles.

But once I saw where the wounds could be

It seemed fitting and right.

Because a weak spot

Broken and healed

Is no longer weak.


This isn’t anything

Took selfies with saviors,

Danced under older moons,

Wandered alone,

Learned how to get good and lost,

Saw everything,

Remembered none of it.

My pictures are of me

So I can prove to myself I exist.

Another Dead Man’s Voice

They turned you into another

Dead Man’s Voice

That washes over the living

Wears them down

Brings them near.

They turned you into another

Grey Stone Statue

Where children aren’t

Supposed to play

They do, still

You’d like that.

They made you a bill

An edict, a chapter,

A Memorial Highway

They shook hands over you

They washed their hands over you

But long ago,

When your chest still fell

And you broke Statues

Shouted over Dead Men’s Voices

Ignored the edicts and Memorials,

You told me something.

That I will never share.

I will not let those words

Change into a quote

I will not give them to mouths

That will let them die on their tongues.

I will keep them with me,

So as much as they try to make you

Just a cold statue

And a few faded words

There will still be a bit of your breath

Left in this world


Runs like a rabbit from a shot that can’t catch her,

But the rope is still hers alone.

Always feels it in her,

Always feels it ready,

And she’s sinking like a stone.

And she can run,

And she can leap,

As far as any can go,

But at the end of the day,

It’s such a short way,

To the end of the rope.


– Continuation of one of the first poems I posted here, I finished it a while ago, but never actually wrote it down. Sometimes I sing this to myself while doing dishes.

Yelling at Trees: Part 1

When all else fails, put the fuckers in a car for ten minutes. Things are sure to get ugly.

Part of the Big Scary Fantasy Project with 10 Different Working Titles. I want this section to stand on its own, though.


          “Can we go to Starbuck’s first?”

                “Max, we are…” Della attempted to turn around to face him but the seatbelt jerked her back down. Her attempts at drama thwarted she started again, louder.

                “Max! We are going to explore the wonders of nature and you want to go support Big Business first! Here I thought you were a caring soul,” She managed to turn around enough this time that he could see her clutching at imaginary pearls.

                He rolled his eyes. “We can go to Bernie’s, then, or go ask at someone’s house. I don’t care, but I need a cup of coffee.”

                “You know caffeine dependency isn’t very healthy, Mr. Doctor,” She waved a finger at him.

                “Della?” Max said, grinning so hard it hurt.

                “Yes?” Her voice was still filled with saccharine.

                “Remember when you asked why we don’t hang out more? This is why. You drag me out of bad at the ass-crack of dawn and when I just ask for a little bit of coffee to make this morning somewhat tolerable you decide it’s time for you to criticize,” He tried to hold eye contact with her, bending his neck at an awkward angle, but she turned to face the window.

She muttered something that may have been, “I was just joking…” or may have been a short string of Welsh oaths. Silence descended over the car, but Max could swear he hear Sonia’s hands tightening on the steering wheel.

“Wow,” Joe eventually blinked to life next to him, “I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard you talk in one go. That, like, wasn’t about school or witchcraft, or whatever.”

“So?” Max snapped.

“Um, so…” Joe looked around as if trying to find an exit, “So I think coffee sounds like a wonderful idea. The trees aren’t going anywhere, so let’s go and sit down at Bernie’s until we’re all friends again.”

“Sounds great!” Sonia said, swerving into a blessedly empty turn lane, “What was your name again? I don’t think we’ve met before?”

“Joe, and… oh, wait. Let me get this out of the way,” He straightened up in his seat, “I’m an empathy, I feel the emotions of people around me, so I might, you know, not do so well if we all get upset.”

“Sorry,” Della said. Her eyes hadn’t moved. It was possible that she wasn’t staring out the window at all, but at the glass itself.

“It’s okay Deli, it’s not like I can’t deal with a couple tense moments, either. Anyway,” He turned back to Sonia, “I’ve also never dealt with magic before in my life and am kind of a complete idiot about it, so if I say anything dumb or rude, I’m sorry.”

“So, is that you’re whole sales pitch?” Sonia grinned.

“Yep, so let’s hear yours.”

“Well… let’s see. I’m Sonia, I’m a junior. I’m not apprenticing, but magic is really important to my family, so I might be able to help you if you don’t understand things… and…” She paused long enough for Joe to ask, “Did you say Sonia?”

“Yeah! Is there something…?”

“Oh, wow! It’s cool to finally meet you, Della’s…” Della broke eye contact with the window to shoot him a panicked stare.

“Oh, was I not supposed to know?” By the sound of Joe’s voice, halting and declining to a whisper, he had figured out the answer by the time he finished his question.

Sonia careened into Bernie’s parking lot and slammed on the brakes, “Della, how could you just…” she started screaming. Joe took that as his cue to evacuate the car, and Max quickly followed suit.