Long before there were any stars When the great empty void was packed full of a hundred-thousand other even emptier voids There was a...

“Why haven’t you quit yet?” My Depression asked me as I sat fully clothed in my empty bathtub. I didn’t answer. Instead, I just stared at...

(this poem was formerly titled "How to Live With My Body" There is only inhale There is only exhale There is only this moment There is...