Attic

She confuses love with abuse so easily. But why are they synonymous? She saw her first thesaurus in the attic, Just before he unbuckled his pants And closed the shades. "She's mature for her age," they tell her mother. She can slice her own apples and pour her own cereal, But she's only five years... Continue Reading →

On the eve of Valentine's Day I have to ask... Why are we all so afraid of love?  Where did this belief that love and strength cannot coexist come from?  When did love mean weakness?  What is this strange robotic fixation on the abolishment of feelings? Love never meant weakness. If anything it takes a... Continue Reading →

Puddles

In the pools I mop up, From vases turned over, I often see your reflection. It's  Valentine's Day again, And you bring me flowers that are So fragrant and red-- Simply scented to mask the smell of your cheating. I hear the girl's voice echo from the bottom of the vase I see her reflection... Continue Reading →

A Letter to My Daughter

A Letter to my Daughter … I figured I’d write this letter for you having not yet met you, because I imagine that when I do I won’t remember all things I need to say. There are a few things I wish my father had told me before he died, and many things I know... Continue Reading →

Hello loves! I'm happy to announce that I'll be selling Head in the Sky Posters for 5$ and Calendars for 10$ in celebration of HITS's 3rd birthday. <33

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