Objective Tragedies

You will be a fish in a Venetian canal, where the waters are now clear.

Lean

I never meant to get so comfortable 
living a lie 
I no longer try to hide 
I’m hidden
behind the layers of hurt 
that burn my eyes
 
and when I…

This Last Moment

A Poem

I’m sure you’ll regard this last moment
through the same lens
that understanding isn’t about…

Tales Through Time: The Boy in the Market

Sleep comes lightly in the summer. It is too hot. The night is still. It settles in…