You Cannot Save Here

My favorite apocalypse
happens halfway through
as in, everything comes down
and you’ve got to keep going

Three BioShock Poems

the worship / of a songbird / laced into its baby blue / bonnet / of sky // the dead dog / copy-pasted / its same small crooked paws / around this corner / and

Three Pokémon Poems

You are still trying to name yourself, still scribbling on your tombstones, still threading through sutures. You are partition & parenthesis.

Three EverQuest Poems

Her soft shoe leaves the ground. The sword across
her lap strikes with lightning, penetrates necromancy.

ode to pokemon trainer Red

i hope Red had taken time to write his
requiem for his lost dad, when trainer
Silver, had happened
to find him praying at the mountain froth.