I’ve found a house,but it doesn’t mean that I’m home. There are walls.There is a roof.But they do not hold me. There are crackswhere air…
Poet & Storyteller
I’ve found a house,but it doesn’t mean that I’m home. There are walls.There is a roof.But they do not hold me. There are crackswhere air…
I’ve been orbiting around your heartfor two hundred eighty-two days now. I came across it by mistakebut kept circling around it,even ignoring the radiowhen told…
I was a roompainted tan, with a new ceiling fanin the heart of a houseno one stayed long enough to touch. Most of the time,I…
A Match That Forgot How To Breathe I met her on a Tuesday.But it wasn’t an ordinary Tuesday.Sort of lukewarm, but heavy.One of those just…
I saw the lightningbefore there were any signsof storm. No thunder.Just the quiet of wanting youto come. To feel your knees bucklethe moment you look…
You are the light that dances on the wall,and I am the shadowthat moves between the gaps. You’ve pierced and opened melong enough to feel.…
You flip the switchand I come to lifethough not all at once. Slowly, I rise.My molten body.My molten heart.Not knowing which way is down. I…
My pillow misses youmore than I do. The way you taste,the way you feelyour kiss echoes goodnight. A sheeplost its way to the moontonight. We…
The Last Piece is a poem about love offered from a place of pain, and how we sometimes try to make someone feel whole while…
I wish you could live in my mind.I mean, in a lot of ways, you already do—live in my mind. In my mind, you are…