A cinquain chain it came out of nowhere a dying need to be that flared for a second before fading fading exhaustion drips from souls: wearied, pushing for some semblance of normalcy retained retained like the feel of memory words dripping venomous tears, passionate pain, some form. some form of love and art disguised as a price for consolations […]


Back home, where we were told we could be whoever — so we chose to run. Run away with me? This piece was originally published on Medium, by Poetry-in-Form, and is part of a project called Chained: A collaborative Cinquain chain. Click on the link to check out the full project, with all the other stanzas. If […]