Kiss The Girl

We keep a quiet drawer labeled later,neatly folding our boldest intentions inside,like shirts we are afraid to wrinkle in daylight,like … More

Morning Weather

Most mornings begin gray.Not the sky, the spirit.I wake with a forecast already written,doom and drizzle, chance of thunder.Coffee helps … More

The room is quiet.My body is not.There is a hum under the shirt,a current no one sees,a tide that moves … More

I think of the ocean daily.Even far inland, I hear it.A hush that is not silence,a strength that is not … More

The rope sings thin between my fingers.The knot scalds my palm, the drop waits, patient.I have hauled heavier loads,waded deeper … More

We arrange our days like careful furniture,paths cleared, corners cushioned, so our shins do not find the coffee table at … More

When my eyes meet the silvered pane,sometimes the face is foreign,other times a familiar ally offers a wry nod. I … More

The world shatters again, another name taken by their own hand carved into the quiet,the air goes thin, the sound … More

Tics speak truths my voice won’t utter, a stuttered drum beneath my calm facade They ripple through my quiet moments, … More

Red at the window, a cardinal’s flare,her signature on frost-bright morning.She said messages sometimes fly in,and I’ve believed it ever … More

Almost Everything The weight remains,tight in the chest,loud in the quietbetween what I hoped forand what has not yet come. … More

When someone close to us dies,the world stutters.The light shifts.And though clocks keep ticking,nothing sounds the same. Even if we … More