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…
You didn’t buy me anythingfor my birthday last year,or the year before.Or the year before that. Every year,I buy you something.You insist you don’t want…
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…
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 had a taste for something familiarbut didn’t know where to go.I got in the car, heading one directionthen I knew what I wanted, immediately.…