Between the Rose-Colored Glasses

They won’t exactly be sending out search parties for you, so no need to cast a longing gaze toward Gomorrah. It’s quite an interesting connection between me and all these naysayers, almost like some cosmic joke. Imagine a leaf petal doing a helicopter impression, whirling around in the wind and making a melodious entrance ontoContinue reading “Between the Rose-Colored Glasses”

You Were the First Person I Thought of: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Healing

“You’re the first person I thought of” is generally the type of plaudit I’d hope to hear after phrases like: “funniest person ever,” “most creative individual you know,” I’ve devoted an embarrassing amount of time to woolgathering—lost in daydreams that conjure up would-be accolades about the person I aspire to become someday. I never wantedContinue reading “You Were the First Person I Thought of: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Healing”

My Goodness, You’re a Miracle

My Goodness. My heart. Words I never want to repeat. I didn’t know this is how it would be. You’re an anomaly in nature, you’re silence when the sound is on. You’re a cherry stem, Marfa lights, the escapist nature of the Taos hum. Have you ever heard yourself laugh and caught yourself falling inContinue reading “My Goodness, You’re a Miracle”

The Poacher’s Liability Issue

There’s a point that I’m reaching Metal-stained depression that questions my poise. Soy sauce and Som Tam alleviate my diseases Witherspoon Street, right off of Des Moines. I’m better off. Leave me- said in telekinesis Park my car in dimmed city streets, seemed so adroit. As a meditative escape- to break free and avoid theContinue reading “The Poacher’s Liability Issue”

Never Too Old: A Poem of Reconnecting with Your Inner Child

Coffee Stains and Bloodstains: A Poem of Addiction and Love

I feel like an addict. I whispered as I fell asleep by myself Waking up in shivers and zero responses to my pleading for help. I’m normal, I’m honest Sitting beside a two-week headache and a toilet of vomit Telling my Tylenol I’ll be back before dawn. Another broken statement soaking in promise. My mind’sContinue reading “Coffee Stains and Bloodstains: A Poem of Addiction and Love”

The Paradox of 4:05 A.M: A Poem of Codependency and Reclusion

I have so much to say, and nothing suffices The honest truth is, I just want to cry Enough violence of my energy marks being assaulted My silence comes from expecting nothing less than the obvious Misunderstanding, awkwardness, overall shyness. I acquiesce solely out of exhaustion. Closed captions underneath both of our eyelids Touch myContinue reading “The Paradox of 4:05 A.M: A Poem of Codependency and Reclusion”

I Met Somebody, And Now I’m Drowning In Radio Silence

I met somebody I’m not sure if I was supposed to thoughNot sure if she was approachableAnxious and mellowStanding with my hand on my elbowStudied her curves with the Glance from my hello But, I’m sure, you’re unreachable And as A man (boy) wrapped his arms around her As to slowly suggest an inflection AndContinue reading “I Met Somebody, And Now I’m Drowning In Radio Silence”

Spellbound by a Hellhound: A Latino Man’s Unfinished Love Story

Spellbinding is the term used to describe when you’re holding someone’s complete attention, almost as if it were something magical; indescribably intoxicating. Have you ever felt light brown eyes lock into your soul, eyes surrounded by the most perfectly tailored bronze skin, like if you crushed up Jupiter and sprinkled the dust over an emptyContinue reading “Spellbound by a Hellhound: A Latino Man’s Unfinished Love Story”

Syrup and Frost Part II: A Kaleidoscopic Journey

She’s smiling cheek to cheek, wide veneer Cheshire Feel my eyes tether through your bedside This that pressurized, bend-her-over sex drive The entry to her treasure room, legs wide Find you in the vestibule, whisper at your backside ‘Cause vigor’s just a side effect to when I imbibe If pleasure’s just a mental boost IContinue reading “Syrup and Frost Part II: A Kaleidoscopic Journey”

Syrup and Frost Part I: A Poem of Desire and Despair

What do you feel when you apply the sentience? Besides wall pinning and drizzling fire sessions Momentary silence, pin drop in an empty room Padded wall, effervescent and sensual Feeling your feminine voice Telegraph vibrations through many a noise Millennia’s not enough time to fix things we destroyed I feel violated. Pass me the voidContinue reading “Syrup and Frost Part I: A Poem of Desire and Despair”

Super Conservative: A Poem of Hypocrisy and Heartbreak

If… I get to the point where no one’s love embroiders me, I’d mix the oils, clay, and color coordinate the sordid seams Avoid distaste. Anointed is the day she’s holding me Hoist your rose-colored lies on a crown of thorny leaves Hearing voices, and all Of them enjoy to scream Tend to open wounds,Continue reading “Super Conservative: A Poem of Hypocrisy and Heartbreak”