I am the river that flows uphill. 
I am the cell that disappears.
I am anger without reason. 

my other half is a dog
and she’s hungry. 

I want to write the world.

there is a sense of freedom
in losing all hope

In time, all lights must fade.

I can feel my mind’s tension growing
in the storm of my hair.

said sun to moon
when his rays charred earth’s surface
for there would no longer be anyone to marvel
at moon’s porcelain mystery