Beyond the dance of our ancestors, engagement within a threshold of range,questionable spaces between life and love appear,sometimes, in the…
No one ever told me that purgatory was a real thingLike something you can actually experienceas it…
They always came in whitesFrom a plume of pale smokea flock of pillowed clouds aroseto engulf you in a speed blurone that made you…
“When the old radio stopped working,no one knew what to do.”
once we huddled against the flowsolace touching fin to scalewe grew stronger…
They say life and deathcome to us but only onceyet I have met minein every morning’s new lifebetween…
It’s just one life I’ll live before I die Indulging all the gifts in store Those gifts of…
A poem