A tick leaves behind something far larger than its bite: a body gone strange, hostile, and impossible to trust. The poem descends into the grotesque aftermath of Lyme disease, where pain flickers room to room and the body becomes a haunted place still trying to name what entered it.

A literary mouth-off dressed in Oz imagery: this poem moves through yellow roads, false kingdoms, and poppy fields to ask what courage means when silence has already chosen its side.

A nurse who has spent years holding the line for everyone else is forced to confront the limits of devotion. A sharp poem about helplessness, procedure, and the awful fluency of continuing after your life has split open.

A tarot-structured essay about love, manipulation, and the reckoning that comes when you finally read the spread clearly.

A sharper, more feral remix of Hey Nurse!, this poem reclaims the nurse beneath the echo, naming burnout, grief, and rage with its teeth still in.

A narrative poem about burnout, devotion, institutional exhaustion, and the strange afterlife of being needed by everyone except yourself.

A poem of institutional fury and hard-earned authority, confronting the polished language of the “industry” with the lived knowledge it too often tries to overwrite.