I don’t ask your body for permission,just directionNo different than waterWhen no one is watching where to go, what hurts,whichever way the current flows. My…
Poet & Storyteller
They do not know youlike I do. As much as I know you,there are still parts of youI know nothing about. As much as I’d…
She was made of winea wild child who loved to wear redand fluid-like dresses. When she’d come around,I’d pull out my boatand set sail on…
You remind me that the simplestthings are some of the smallest.You center me, disappearingyour face in mine. Passionate and warm,I’ve replaced your eyes with pepperoniand…
My name movesand floods through you.Fierce. Strong. At first, it’s quiet.Then it risesthe first sound of thunder,looking out for the first sign of lightning. You…
When I got in the shower,I noticed that you hungyour washcloth next to mine.When I realized,I stared at it for a minute,feeling a relief that…
I still miss you.Sometimes I wonder if you miss meAs much as I dream that you do.If I am even a second thought, if you…
Love is not a circus.Still, I watched her perform.I watched her spin around in circlesAnd pretend to fall.I watched her paint her face redAnd smear…
The pen scrapes on the paper.I outline the way you make me feela single line, followed by another.Soon, they connect in a shaded silhouette. This…