He’s Not Mine

He’s not mine.
I thought he was,
ㅤbut he wasn’t.
I thought he was,
ㅤbut he…

I Miss You

There’s a part of me that misses you.
That longs for you.
Yet,
ㅤ I contain that…

A Woman

A woman.
I think of a woman.
A woman and a…

A Note

A Note.
I received a note.
A note you sent.
A note you wrote.
To…

Brightness from Marriage

She
ㅤㅤMarriage
Made
ㅤㅤTransmutes
Me
ㅤㅤBitterness
Who
ㅤㅤTo
I
ㅤㅤBrightness
Am

Knith

When I was young I would sometimes make mistakes. I would do something dumb, like break a glass…

The Rythm of Relationship

There’s a rhythm
A rhythm of…

I Want to Remember

I want to remember.
To remember every detail.
Every moment.
Every nuance.
Every shift of every…

Who is the Whistler

Whistling stabs through the neighborhood.
It repeats over and over
As if it were an echo of an echo.
Who is the whistler?

Memorial at Shelter

Seasons change. 
From one beauty to another. 
From joy to joy.
And from joy to…