Love Comes Home to Me

What if Home Didn’t Have an Address?

Like Life Like Tea

Then comes the silky time, a pour of milk divine, the way I feel love and blessed…

I did not say a word, but my heart spoke

and I meant what it said

A Socially Anxious Almost-Adult

“There I was, footsteps from adulthood, cursed with the social skills…

Dark Mornings

Silence among the shadows of the
Time before dawn’s gleam,
Wakes me into a still world bereft
Of noisy light.

And I Call Myself A Writer

I feel like smashing my face through the window,
 like grazing the shattered edges with the tip of my finger…

Puppet Show

But there is a world in the shades ruled by the instances we feel & try to say try to…

The Leaving Place

I moved my eyes to the sleeping boy. There was certainly a tale in his weary…

LATE OCTOBER

Dripping into what passes for daylight
In these northern climes,