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 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…
I stand so close to you,bundled in the chill of your touch.Though physical, intellect storms above the horizon. We’ve undressed ourselves,helpless to the fingertips that…
She walks in smokea slow burning incenseedging in reverse. I breathe her in deep,And feel hercurling into my lungs,a warningthat smells likesieged perfumeburnt but sweet.…
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…