The other night I was driving home from work. Jim ’N Nick’s is usually slow on weekdays, especially now that the novelty has worn off. It isn’t new to Clarksville anymore. Normally, on a drive like this, I’d have my music turned all the way up—my way of unwinding after a long night of assembling…

Here is another collaboration between myself and JadaBella Wyche! I hope you all enjoy her beautiful painting based off of this poem I wrote a few months again. Follow her instagram page, @jb.wyche.art. I long to live between mounts diverging,surrounded by snowcapped pinesand grizzled owls perching,Stone slants up and down in jagged lines,the air freezes…

Velvet is pouring from the necks of our men—from the children, from the wives,it seeps into the cracks of the concrete we stand onand rots in the soles of our shoes.Are we no better than animals?Does it quench your thirst?do you smear it on your tongue,sink your teeth into warm, trembling flesh,and devour? Do you…

I fold into my hermitage, wall-less,the art of leaving; the beauty of my absence.It begins in a turning of bodiesfrom all the outstretched hands with flaming poppies,then you, as I have, will carry yourself into the margins,run away! Flee from the world’s ill-got fortunes,learn the weight of your own companyand follow the tongues of dust…

I pity the moon;the way craters litter his surface,the way the stars outshine him,how he eternally revolves around the Earthand never has a second for himself.I do! I pity the moon;for he has no will, no desires,no lover—not since Theia left himand completely changed who he was—his only friend is Earth,and even she keeps him…

This poem was a collaboration with my good friend JadaBella Wyche. She created this wonderful painting, and I wrote this poem based on my interpretation of the painting. I highly recommend following her Instagram page, @jb.wyche.art. She brushes the glass of the mirror leaning on the wall with eager fingertips.The frame won’t let her through.But…

In the land where tin roovestell stories with the rain,and beasts with hoovesrule every lowland plain,a lawnmower rusts in the overgrowth,and a Mustang rots in a gravel driveoutside a trailer home;a girl with a ball and chain lives there.Her neighbors got money,so she wonders howthey ever ended up here:off a curvy road called Dogleg Street,past…

I kinda like the somber, quiet melancholythe tense nights with no dinner made“fend for yourself” kinda nightswhere I just end up spendin’ moneyI don’t really have on some overpriced foodwith my best friend; I paid for both of us,’cause he deserves the world butall I can manage is a sandwich and a coffee.Then I come…

I want to sink into goldilocks snow,not too powdery, wet, or packed,and I want to get tipsy off of peppermint oilwith warm and colorful lights aglowstrung all around and in the house, and on the dining table there’d be poinsettias–neatly arranged–which give off an earthy scent that swirls with a cinnamon and citrus potsimmering on…

You poured yourself into my mason jar,slow–like syrup, or maybe smoke (I don’t remember asking for company,but I was happy to have you regardless.)We danced like theborders of two seas, pressed too close, too warm, and suddenly it was too much.We gasped at each other, like dying thingsI said, “we need air,”“we need a momentto…