The star in my back is a scar
Nothing more.


Razor sharp and cool against my skin.


Perhaps if I fill myself with loving and tender nutrition, the knot in my stomach will unfurl itself, and I’ll be hungry again.

Love Me Tender Biscuits

Easier than pie, and all the right kinds of tender, Test Kitchen’s biscuits are best served oozing with preserves and broken apart by sticky fingers.

Angel Eyes//for Song Stories

Eric was nothing more than a passing fragment of that long, hot summer, but I ached for the arms of my old love: the Coltrane-ean, Miles-ish, Bird-y vibrance that pours from these West Village basements.

Two Weeks

Wild-eyed and small
In search of what I can say


Heal me, Pair-ee.
Teach me about love and cigarettes.
Teach me tricks on moving on.
Bad habits + band aids don’t stop the blood.