Spare Me Your Righteous Hypotheticals
Bring me your judgements, the ones edging your quick eyes and loaded silences, speak them, you might as well the …
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The Innocuous Instrumentals
How I loved loving him like a poem I obsessively tweaked to bruised perfection how I pursued him like a …
Your Own Infinite
I love art like the air I breathe. In a world defined by boundaries, art is the loophole that makes …
Moleskine-Toting Parvati
My hands are old. They have written the universe and back twice, grown cultures of mysteries in drawers and test …
A portrait of me in words, by Ashley Laframboise
I turned 33 last New Year’s Eve. Among the greetings and well-wishes I received was this poem by friend and …
Larger than the Odes
I wanted to write you something. Something to remind you never to let them make you believe that your story …
Why Poets Need To Travel
At 36,000 feet with will and purpose cruising along a preordained path brushing against strangers and buckled-and-strapped into flights of …
The Intoxicating Aesthetic
When I do indulge in pangs of regret, it’s not for my heart or for yours anymore but for a …
Let the Words Come
Loving you is like that poem I went to bed with and found all traces gone the next morning. It …
The Torn Pages Won’t Be Missed
The lines you did not want to write. The words that had no choice. I want to read it all, …
