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…
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 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…
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…
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…
While the world is asleep,I lie awake in a dream that feels realbecause I am with you. They’ll lie still, and we won’t disturb them.It’s…
In the center of my heart,she planted a tree.Happinessa branch I’d soon know. The leaves sprouting in full,with no limitation to height.The roots carry the…