A poem You are not my first instance of purple. Your malevolent color, filled with loathing and shame. No. I met purple years and years...

A poem In every space we occupied, intimate and public. In every place we visited, familiar and foreign. In every moment we shared, alone...

A channeling I occupy a void in space where I feel you orbiting around me. Though not strong enough to pull you in, I sense the invisible...

A channeling My mind leads me to a precipice. Forcing me to strain my neck, staring into the blackness of my own sense of unworthiness....

A poem The shoulders I've set my head upon The foreheads I've pressed with my own. Each different in ways I don't remember now Can't be...