I strike a matchAnd you’re alive.Sulfur to light.Your name the airI begin to speak.We’re two flamesLearning each other’s sparkBefore learning the spaceBetween distance.I’ve never held…
Poet & Storyteller
I strike a matchAnd you’re alive.Sulfur to light.Your name the airI begin to speak.We’re two flamesLearning each other’s sparkBefore learning the spaceBetween distance.I’ve never held…
You are the flame I carryeverywhere I go.No matterwho can smell youon me.Only I know your name.Butane cylinderThat changed my day. You hid in my…
You struck the matchbefore I knew it.It wasn’t the light that got meit was the smoke,steaming from the top of my head. The way it…
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…
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…
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.…
We were but strikes of lightning sealed in a glass jar,fumbling about,nowhere to go. Exhausted, we conducted ourselveswith a slight curve of enthusiasm,sprung to life…
She sprawled out across the sky, boredperfectly sun-kissed.From a distance, she could fitin my hands. Day, the name we hold dearest.Day, the name of 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…