I’ve never been good at holding anything,not even the light that shinesfrom the ceiling fan.The switch might as well be off.You came through the door,half…
Poet & Storyteller
You meet me halfway,bending your wrist, fluent in gravity.I taste what you pour and smile.I don’t know what empty tastes like neither do you,by the way…
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 want to build a home with youa place pieced together of words,passed from you to me. Eventually, the walls will breathe,and they, too, will…
You’ll find me behind the wall I’ve built around myself. I want you here with me, behind these walls, But there is a line- One…