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 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…
She wandered into my heart, &at that moment, the blood refused to pump.All of the different offices began to quit. I felt a terrible pain…
I love how we can just sit and talkabout anything. Most times, when I get quiet,I am thinking about everythingoutside of the moment. As much…
Before you,Nothing but space occupied my mind. Before you appeared,I fell constantly, with nothingTo cushion the fallNothing to orbit. Now, I have a universe, thanks…
In dreams,all it takes is a toucha taste of light dancing through the shadows. There isn’t much time before morning comes,and I wake. Your essence…
You stirred the pot,taking parts of you,parts of methe good, the bad,even the things that aren’tso pretty to look at. You poured them into the…
Your voice forms the bricksof a well-built home. It holds in warmth on a hot day,stores heat on the cold ones.Your voice is a shelterone…