This is one of my very favorite pieces of Spoken word poetry. This literally makes me feel almost every emotion I am humanly capable of.
he found her under the porch where wounded animals hide to lick their wounds alone heartbeats racing bodies trembling tears trailing down faces covered in
life offers me bittersweet herbs i place them on my tongue wake my taste buds porcupine in my hands with trembling heartbeat stirs tenderness even
I am routinely pricked with pins sensations disturbingly do not match asymmetry my right hand right leg become phantoms their volume dialed down muted ghosts
A collaborative poem with my incredibly talented friend Stephen Fuller. applause fills my ears like gin in my glass accolades for how well I convey
I rise from the dead beautifully my gift self-resurrection I have brought myself back to life a time or two before inserted the IV with