"No sleepy bones could be sifted or
stirred in the midst of mildly pious encore..."

A Stirring Flock of Divine

"The dogwood still hangs on the corner wall, framed by raspberries between the kitchen and living room. Sunken marshmallows bathe in a milky pool of Cookie Crisps and nostalgia as she folds up on errands..."

Strawberry Shortcake and other keepsakes of a memory dweller

"and for those that that believe in a prophecy
so they could resurrect Zelda's intellect
to outwit the man that let her ashes burn in asylum"

obliging a candy apple

Where you can find my work for healthline zine via blog posts 

Blog posts (poetry)

"Ultimately, I can't end things here, or else —"

Choices are to be Decided, not Demanded

"... pause for sonic prodding 
reminiscent of the Paleocene
back when you had no intent to go extinct"

you orange & black zinger

i. "Fulfilled the lie of living to forget the truth of death"
ii. "Could and would be's comb the trestles in greyscale / overlooking your bridge"
iii. "If we went on a picnic in the woods / would you try to teach me the art of carding with tarot?"

Nicole Verbitsky

Selected work