Cowritten with Kelsey Bigelow for her collection about the struggles of losing a parent

EYELASH NOISES

The silence had grown violent to the point of hearing air between eyelashes as I blinked the salt down
my cheek

and even though her hands had grown cold she wiped my eyes as I said goodbye Then she gave me her eyes for a second of time before she faded to white

SOUL RECORDS FOR
THE SOUL WRECKER

There is music you can
escape to
Though I prefer music I can
relate to
as it sometimes
tightens my stomach
but eases my mind
You see
my soul rests
in restlessness
It's not supposed
to be this way
I pray for peace
But I'm afraid
I have received it
and passed it along
because it felt too light
to be worth anything