Someday they'll turn to dust forgotten as though never written with the brief passion that is life itself'all sound and fury, signifying nothing'Pages consumed by the earthas the body will be, come slumberWill it then signify something, Will it then even matter?Will you then remember what I wrote?Letting the record of my soul play in… Continue reading Legacy


Writer’s Block

My words are barrentheir cracks run deepand nothing grows in such heathen debris I replaced structurewith dry blank verse (or what I tend to callnonsense by amateurs)Inspiration- you slut,are you in coffee houseswith ashen cigarette butts amid poet-sleeved blouses?Tell me you're not so literalor that you have a type-no choice for me but to belittlemyself… Continue reading Writer’s Block