She unravels herself like a rose In the palm of my hand. Some of her petals break off And lay to the sideThe pain of…
Poet & Storyteller
I watch,And I pull different piecesOf her out the bowl.Somewhat tangled and a bit messy.I twist her all up even more,And put her in my…
The moon swallows the sun,And for a second,Everything becomes that much darker.Nothing moves. Silence looks around,Confused, looking for a sound. Her lips touch mine,And the…
Call me,Even if it’s 3 a.m.,And I am dead to the world.Every fire pit eventually has to go out,But even those cold ash embersAre kept…
I smell the wild on you.How the snow is caked in your fur.When the night falls, what doesIt offer besides survival.And the means to be…
My bones ache from all the cleaning I’ve done. I’ve cleaned up all the dust and finally hit the floorboards that I always tell myself…
You’re the glassI pour my whiskey intothe perfect weight.Heavy, broken in. Your neckrests comfortablyagainst my fingers. Your cold body,lost in my warmth,your lips become sticky,…
Your voice forms the bricksof a well-built home. It holds in warmth on a hot day,stores heat on the cold ones.Your voice is a shelterone…
I cling to youWhen the world scratchesAnd howls like a wolf.A place that’s well lit,Safe from harm.I find my way to youFollowing the echoOf the…