shattered shoulders; we mix earth with water, sink limbs into runny clay it is melancholy, it is anger, it is resentment, it is longing ~a poetry collection~

small enough to eat, large enough you'll choke if you swallow whole. thoughts embroidered on fate's tapestry, what shape do you see? whether walking on the shore or through dense forest; you will step on past events, lingering whispers of history. If you were capable of hearing them, they'd sound like a teapot, constantly whistling. some call the little things the butterfly effect. those that piece everything together don't. we, as a species, claim to be attracted to the light. carve moth-sized mysteries into oak's trunk under the moonlight. this is a siren's song, but they know the best resting places. we, as a species, claim to be attracted to the light.

when you feel like drinking bleach

an anthology on the Chicagoland area.

this is how i left you.

poetry i wrote awhile ago for HP

king among gods, boy among kings

poems I wrote whilst waiting for spring. colleen cosette goodman © 2018

remind me of hotel pools at night that vacant, silent blue

tear me apart