Crocuses Are Promises

A furled ten dollar bill nests deep in the pocket
of a winter coat that feels like the down 
has surrendered to the…

To my Companion . . . My Brother

I’m hiding my feelings because it harms you,
I’m secretly crying because it makes you feel pain,
You…

Pregnant Moon

a thought on time that passed

Post-love

I open my window
to breathe
But the bricks of our memories 
together
start falling on my head,
love.

A Blank Page of a Reader

Soak me into a scene of unrequited love,
Or an off-limit lover, or a secret admiration,
Or simply a trouble with a…

Happiness

One might want to read
Happy words;
That’s not what
You’ll find here.
Here is where I bleed,
Where I stitch myself
Back together,
Piece by…