Yesterday, a quarter fell from my pocket.I didn’t realize it until I needed it.I thought I heard something hit the ground,but when I looked, nothing…
Poet & Storyteller
Yesterday, a quarter fell from my pocket.I didn’t realize it until I needed it.I thought I heard something hit the ground,but when I looked, nothing…
I am wintersomething you look forward tountil you’re in the thick of it.Fire roasts in the fireplaceof unspoken desire. You are fall.You spread your leaves…
I stand so close to you,bundled in the chill of your touch.Though physical, intellect storms above the horizon. We’ve undressed ourselves,helpless to the fingertips that…