My Sleeping Angel
On the Sunday morning that the two of us spent lying on my dorm room bed, the harsh sound of rain was constant and pierced the noises...
Bones
I don’t want you—that beautifully framed body and tender soul—to go before I. See, the day you die my dear I will too. I know you’d want...
(Cry)stal Method
Nights like these when I feel the walls turning yellow and the stainless crystal glass bell jar surrounding me, I think of u I think of u...
An Ode to the Recent Tableau of You Two
I can’t see her anymore, I can’t look at her pictures because she’s happy without me. She’s in a relationship with someone else better. I...
A Hymn
Again, my bed is a pond because I called again, and she did not respond. Now, tonight my bed is a river for I asked and she delivered...
A Visitor
regret slides through my window at night i watch the shapes form in my bedroom i’ve become his favorite visitor in the dark he...
Screensaver
let me be your wallpaper the image you see when you wake the break of light in your darkness the picture you wish to see every single...
Sneak
You stand in front of your closet, frantically tearing articles of clothing from their hangers and laying them on your bed, your heart...
Terminal Velocity
It is hot. The sun is bearing down on you—a simmering eighty degrees, unusual for September in upstate New York—and it feels like a...
Gender Space Explorer
Medium: Digital Art Size: 595 x 842 pixels (A4 dimensions) This piece was inspired by Mitski's song, “My Body's Made Of Crushed Little...
