Weaving the Fresh Autumn Breeze
Stand on the streets and breathe in, Beyond the unpleasant odors of waste and gin— Recall, recall the senses in your dreams— A cool crisp...
Maybe That's Why Dreams Burn Brightest in the Country
Here we go again, here we go! Endless possibilities, adventures, await The sky’s the limit, they shouted, the sky! The stars! Reach for...
The Floor Is Where My Clothes Belong
The jeans are usually the first to go The socks sometimes follow Like a pair of dogs without a leash Heeling the roads solo Put on a...
A Different Angle
It was like looking through a used lens for the first time; From a different angle Picasso spoke to me, beauty emerged. I can’t believe...
Mediocrity
Morning dew collects on the grass too heavy to soar and too light to trickle unlike the tears that gloss her face dwindling of heat and...
Heaven
It’s a sanctuary of unknown variables, and it doesn’t matter if you lived your years better than the lives before. He has curated...
Late Latte
Whenever the lights go out I can see into the past— hundreds of years ago. The coffee shop lays on top of a burial ground. I am too tired...
River Lily
The white lily is perched on its neck the river-lily delicate as chalice, leans fronting all the current among the scattered vines on the...
Madness
If you touch me, my skin will crawl, and underneath my bones, behind my flesh: numbers, infinite numbers made of pixels link together...
Past the Rivers (Instinct)
Look past the rivers carrying news to the sea Past fields of cauliflower and barley and wheat Through snake holes under loose dirt and...
