Staycation

Before you a love song never took shape 

never blinked at me with blue-green eyes,

never stabbed me. 

Before you a breakup song never 

laid on my shoulder

and cried with me 

Your love made it all make sense. 

This is why teardrops were on guitars. 

This was why la vie was en rose. 

I only wish I had left love

safely buried

on pages and stanzas.

February

First crickets of an Arizona

Spring breaks the hush of

A cold-snap winter.

Light rain makes for a soggy

Week, but is never enough for the

Reservoirs. The streets grow louder

As motorcyclists break out their

Bikes, emboldened by the rising

Warmth. Finally, the last citrus fruits

Gain their ripeness, falling lethargically

To stone gardens, preparing to

Adorn themselves with new blossoms.

There's no shame in collecting

Pretty things in an ugly world

Prisoners are allowed their pictures

Hoard your joy there, tooth to cheek

Your smiles are stolen secrets

This land does not deserve

A Mockery

the lover’s almanac : part one.

Book Release

Hi Guys!

So, my book is finally out. If you want to check it out, I would be eternally grateful. And if you enjoy it, please consider leaving a review (but absolutely no pressure). Some of it was inspired by my fics!

Links to the book are in my bio. If the links give you any trouble just search "Under Your Nails poetry" on Amazon. Thanks :)

Snippets below:

I'm tagging my masterlist people since you guys read my stuff :) So sorry if you get tagged twice.

ouroboros

(ione meraki 2024)

Don't Hide Your Wings

Pieced together with scraps

Of holy books, bound with the glue

Of a mad and desperate hope

Hang them on your shoulders,

Shine with the terrifying joy of being known.

Indulge in the sacrament of transformation,

Commune with the highest powers,

Feel your sacred self soar

Out of your bones; float in the whispers

Of thin air and cold mists.

And touch the terrible, destroying

Light of the great and fiery sun,

Falling up into the clear and silent realms

Above; the light piercing through your

Gilded flesh, radiating silvery threads.

Shed your hallowed frame and return anew

Crash and scorch the forests,

Turn the desert sands to glass,

Strike the earth with the force of

Lightning, scream your name like thunder.

Rise, smoldering, skin in embers and blessed

Black char, step from your crumbling grave

Bring new life to desolate plains,

Cleanse the salt from the fields,

Extend your arms, and breathe finally.

Breathe new air,

Breathe in new lungs,

Breathe fire and flame

Breathe nothing and everything

Breathe, at last, you.

In My Own Oubliette

“Consider this: we fuck with the lights on. You trace the flat shape of my breasts when I lay down. We keep the windows open because the rain smells like the closest we’ve ever been to Heaven. We watch the ferns drip like they’re heavy with honey. I cut red peppers in the kitchen. You put on every song we’ve ever fallen in love to. I’m beginning to lose the difference between our skin. I’m cold when you’re shivering. I ache when you’re lonely. I can feel the warmth in your pink, fluttering heart, and I hold it in my hands.”

— Schuyler Peck, On A Long Weekend