A poet at heart, a dancer in spirit. Always eccentric.
Objects in the rear view mirrorare closer than they appear.Closer than you want them to be.Close enough to spontaneously combustAnd engulf you in flames that we once fannedbut now lay asleep, dousedby the distances that closeness creates.Be warned, objects in the rear view mirrorAre…
Ripe
I am ripe. Some may say old.But I prefer the fruit adjective. Ripe is when you throw awaythe rule book. Tosswords I don’t likeinto the airlike…
DenyCryDie
Nothing ever ends well. The sense of dread you sometimes get is all too real. Don’t brush it off. Deals will be broken. Your heart…
Needy
We twist ourselvesinto unimaginable shapesbend backwards just to geta hug, a rub, a smile.We hold our hands stillin the hope that the hand…
An Ending
Nearly year endLight it, dress it, let it go.Turn on your axis.