poetry | tayheuwriting

Art Imitations

Fast and jiggling with anxious images, my profiles are always blurred on his canvas Picasso, the hand goes -- Here And the member Fits --...

Spring Air

Particles, or fragments, settle inside my chest. The wind knocks my door as if I’m expecting someone. Invisible loneliness, I’ve heard...

When You’ve Made Friends with Depression, It’s Hard to Say Goodbye

photograph by Matt Mooney words have begun to feel useless perhaps I am projecting, again scribbles across trees and rocks, my body...

The Traveller

photograph by Matt Mooney White lines on cement and mirrors, cars chase, miles drown, and i exude a brittle warmth. like a smoky bon...

When It Blizzard in May

arteries span out, tiny fingers grasping for life screens show me your face, a blurry monotone of the past. crevasses in trees cradle my...

I'm Leaving

Lazy eyes snaking across empty screens, you pull your weight around. She mumbles, hoping you turn around. Nothing but stillness catches...

Deer Mountain

Cradle of guitar strums, rib cages jutted like the fingers on strings, deep breaths inside hollowed trees, a remembrance of quiet deer,...

Coming to Terms with Sobriety

photograph by Matt Mooney My words seem looser, Harder to hold. Like grainy sand that slides between your fingers. You lay down to feel...

A Shelter without Edges

photograph by Matt Mooney Curled fists, I resort to baby talk. it’ll be okay. it’ll be okay. I don’t swat at bees, anymore. Ever since...

Spring Air

Particles, or fragments, settle inside my chest. The wind knocks my door as if I’m expecting someone. Invisible loneliness, I’ve heard...