i am poet, hear me roar!

“easy to read” is whatthey call my worksbecause words are worse for wear;strung together don’tautomatically become poetry. “easy” has been a callingsince the dawn of timethe oldest profession, survivedit must have it’s own reasons.i call trigger ready fingersnimbly dancing over the flames of ethos burning firethe works of lepers leaping one over the otherbuilding strategies tillthe buildings […]

three stanzas

i want to write the world in three stanzas the heartache of beginnings and the faithlessness of regretstempered by the bitter endings of faded drawingscollecting dust in their shoestring liveswith words strung together to create pretty designsmeaningless in their attempts at panache to rightthe voices of a thousand echoing shattered love songs we wrote poemsonceand […]


it’s hard to reconcilewhat once was and what iswith the boy who used to bemy moral compass. everything’s changing nowand all that remains throughthis pretence of friendship are theechoes of platitudes. we traded the quiet optimism ofthat boy and girl on the squeaky swing setfor the snide remarks of“growing up”; a lifeless dance to the […]

b i r t h d a y s

   t w e n t y .that’s the amount of paini have to write through.twenty years worth of poetrytrappedin a fast-decaying body.   n i n e t e e n .midnight escapades,watching streetlights from the roofperilously winding roadsand a sign saying “to hell” and “to heaven”pulling warmth into my skin:forever a perfect summer – Tofino. […]

Rocket to the Moon

I never want to lose this pain.  This pain is all that’s left of you. All that is left of what was once a remarkably fairytale-esque relationship. And oh, the irony! That I’ve forgotten everything I said I would. The taste of your skin, the sound of your laugh, the rockets you drew.  You are […]