Light doesn’t knock.Doesn’t announce itself.It just appears,like an old friendsomeone who used to live herebut has moved on.At least for a day. It stretches across…
Poet & Storyteller
Light doesn’t knock.Doesn’t announce itself.It just appears,like an old friendsomeone who used to live herebut has moved on.At least for a day. It stretches across…
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…
Underneath the umbrella,a room was filleda girl, a boy. Underneath the umbrella,a home became mobile:white & blue stripe. Underneath the umbrella,the rain fell upward,finding a…
I’ve never had anyone lookat me the way that you do.The first time I saw it,I tried to catch itbut missed. Much like a shooting…
We are but grains of sand,Caught between love’s waist,Grinding and gratingIn emotion. Life’s an hourglass,We live knowing nothingElse butWhat everyone else calls it. Skeletons beneath…
I love how we can just sit and talkabout anything. Most times, when I get quiet,I am thinking about everythingoutside of the moment. As much…