when the circus comes to town

Thought I saw your name etched up on my tree, Looped in sweet conjecture, spelling along with me. Decidedly of my own accord, transmuting pause along the shore. and yet an offer to move on, and yet to linger seemed choice strong. until that day you waved that I was on my way into the… Continue reading when the circus comes to town

Puppet Act

With intentions to help, I do nothing but kill. I fill up with air, and give up my ability to feel. • I forget about reality, I forget about trust, I tell you I am sorry, I am so very sorry, I must. I’ve let go of your hand, I’ve come to terms with our… Continue reading Puppet Act

About the Coy in Hues Standard

She is the Bluest of roses and truthful to me. The Vivre to my Axel  of guttural Joie. She’s like the sound-wave  that caresses thought, Fills me with melodies and reminds me of dreams forgot. She’s like the trust I place in composer to play the hand instead of fold her. Like a letter I… Continue reading About the Coy in Hues Standard

Wizard of Awws Programming

“Now, I know I’ve got a heart, because it’s breaking.” — The Tin Man PROJECT NON-ARCH: 🦋 OPERATION CLOWN SCHOOL 🤡🏫 my 2nd book will be officially published this Friday, 9/13. In honor of the release of this long form prose poem dedicated to my expansion past & through subconscious mishandling, I will be clueing… Continue reading Wizard of Awws Programming

see that girl

there is a golden road, celebrated highway, between the dance ‘round the sun of night and if you smile shouts amiable to follow the sunshine woven catharsis of delight. everybody poses for flashes to glance and diagonal jigs to skip with grin. a cross-section of a two-step and the surroundings noticing she’s with the awes… Continue reading see that girl

Singed Aperture in G Major

the downtown abbey of my glance is beetles on my right, a rimmed circumference of wedged plants, Directing morphed shape, relief that I can bare my legs at night. I can welcome light conversation of “when is your next performance?” “Do you have a plus one?” or “Are you sure you don’t want to have… Continue reading Singed Aperture in G Major

field notes: slanted poetry, tales of provoken sound

{ 'Tis to be a flower, and so exact. Allowed to be alive and filled with fact - and once upon a theme, I found -- the craft - To be, To be, To be, Softly found on the brink of budding endeavors, whilst being two themes. } ___________________ Poem from book: “The Politics of”… Continue reading field notes: slanted poetry, tales of provoken sound


3 DAYS UNTIL “OF ALWAYS” EP 💿 by Kendra & the Bunnies streaming on all music platforms Friday, 9/6 !! 🔊 Penny Lane exhales from the corner of my bedroom opposite of Elvis. She flips Led Zeppelin IV over to its B-Side and runs her fingers along the tread of the record. She says to… Continue reading 3 DAYS UNTIL “OF ALWAYS” EP


STRAY GOLDEN There’s tragedy in the breakdown but foundation in my fingers. Moving up & down, transposed conversation, in the faith that decidedly lingers. The hues are clueing action and the traction tells of focal laymen, painted gold in dandelion amid exaggerated reason. The liberation of prosperous blessing stacks around ollied walls, and the movement… Continue reading STRAY GOLDEN