Do you remember?

I write because I remember you said you like handwritten letters.

The Dreaming Pool

A poetic ballad

He, she, they, she.

And they meet in the middle of the corridor.

Complacency

A Poem

Lost in a drowsy complacency,
the fluorescent tools of my life
again shift from interesting to…

The Old Crow Sings Snow

Poetry

A murder of crows peppered an overcast sky
their Friday feathers sticking to the…

Positioned

A Poem

This grasp was supposed to