Sea in the Window

Poetry — calling me out to sea

My Hope for You

When pain is too much to bear

Moonlight

A poem.

It has to be pitch black to adore your sigh and to skip sleep to see how glamorous you are.

A Single Signalling

I and It may not be monster truck obvious.

Life Has No Map

I’ll Take What I Can Get

Human

I often cry alone

standing in the shower
forehead against the wet tile
I heave