poetry A. Williams 3 Apr 2019August 7, 2020 Portland squire.Never on his phone, never texts back.Probably knows what it feels like to have your ass eaten by god.Knows the nuances between a sunset and rose-colored glasses,since he's tasted…
poetry The Morning After Songfest 1 Apr 2019August 7, 2020 I slept curled at the foot of my own bed where two hours earlieryou drunkenly confessed your love to me, recited poetry,and drunkenly confessed your love to me again.You hollered…
poetry November 7, 2018 7 Nov 2018August 6, 2020 I napped in your bed the other day while you cleaned around me,like I belonged in the mess and honesty of your bedroom.So don't worry, friend.I'll keep you awake and…
poetry Oct. 18, 2018 18 Oct 2018August 7, 2020 My existence doesn't rely on the patronage of friendship.I am not your yes man,your 2am,your ride or die.Am not your sometimes,your spare timesif you won't be mine.So then for now,…
poetry Going to Granada, Spain 15 Dec 2016August 7, 2020 You’ll never leave where you are until you decide where you want to be, so I know you’ll never die, not until you’ve seen it. “It” being everything, because if…
To & From the Void 