Grace

You told me you’d been touched before, but you were pure and new beneath my fingers finding your stumbled past is no bar to grace.

Let’s talk about Tinder

“Hi, are you DTF?” Wow, email induced nausea… is that a thing? “Swipe Life”? Should be “Get a Life.” “Yo, I didn’t choose the swipe life, the swipe life chose me!” Seriously, what sub-millennial* douchebag came up with this? “How to Actually Know if you Like Someone.” Jesus, I feel bad for people who have …

The Marks You Put on Me Took a While to Fade

…to the women I’ve loved and lost. My dreams are a museum housing shards of dead and dying love in a summer snapshot, a memory of smiles, a recollection of arms and legs, my secrets, and yours, floating unending and held, lovers nose to nose. Visions of the past left quickened in amber where they belong. …