You fill my head with

dopamine swirls until I melt

for you like chocolate.


“Angry Words” Mug

Hi all! I’ve decided to turn some of my favorite almost-haikus that I’ve posted here into mugs.


This one comes from a personal dilemma of mine as a writer:

“He wanted to type

angry words, but his fingers would

only type romance.”

If you’d like to check it out, follow the link here!



I’ve gone beyond wanting you.

I want to dive feet first

into the image of us,

break the glass of the surface,

and slide into the thick gel that holds the thought together.

I want to smear the colors of the picture

until my body is covered

in its reds, greens, and blues.

I want to feel the pressure of the image

as it pushes to fit my presence in.

I want to feel the texture

of the fantasy I built around you.