stripped down to ink to bone i am revealed surplus marble carved away leaving deep curves razor sharp edges baptized by neon lights bathed in
Tag: ink
Silence Severed
I held the silence for so long that it became a thing a monster with dripping fangs sharpened claws that began to gnaw at my
Moment of Transformation (reimagined)
You ask me when I knew ink flowed through my veins like blood the moment I understood that truth simmered in the cauldron of my
Poetry
A response poem to Davy D’s question What Is Poetry? on the Go Dog Go Cafe it is a stir an ache rising from my
Indigo
stripped down to ink to bone i am revealed surplus marble carved away leaving deep curves razor sharp edges baptized by neon lights bathed in
Moment of Transformation (reimagined)
You ask me when I knew ink flowed through my veins like blood the moment I understood that truth simmered in the cauldron of my
Poetry
A response poem to Davy D’s question What Is Poetry? on the Go Dog Go Cafe it is a stir an ache rising from my
Silence Severed
I held the silence for so long that it became a thing a monster with dripping fangs and sharpened claws that began to eat my
Our Blood Into Ink (revisited)
I reject the stifling silence I shall speak the hidden truth unflinching I refuse to smile through gritted teeth during the rewriting of my history
