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
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…