r e f l e c t i o n s

September 13, 2018

the divide between us

I’m not always sure what to do with my anger. When the divide between us is so deep and wide it feels as if we occupy completely separate Earths. But we do not. We are both here. Closed system. Not escaping each other any time soon. And I know that we are
September 13, 2018

the welling up

The welling up Eyes become portals Of wordless emotion This is all So beautiful The only right thing Right now Is to cry As warm Sticky caramel Sunlight Ravishes the Sexy green Of summer leaves Red haze through
September 13, 2018

unwritten, unbound

Maybe this is a moment where poetry fails to communicate the extent to which you matter. But I want to at least try and convince you of the possibilities that are just beyond the horizon. The birds will tell you up there in the sky what they have seen.
December 2, 2019

coyote doctrine

Coyote speaks in the darkness at a distance in the forest as the mist makes the air heavy conductive Your soprano howl operatic swells and resonates through the air warbled and elongated