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…
Poet & Storyteller
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…
A Match That Forgot How To Breathe I met her on a Tuesday.But it wasn’t an ordinary Tuesday.Sort of lukewarm, but heavy.One of those just…
Old songs are likea prayerno matter the lengthof time. No matter how longor short,they dance. They danceregardless of who’s aroundand accept your invitationwithout you knowing.…
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…