Opaque is the Night

Poetry

Opaque is the night and sepia the spaces between my restless thoughts. Slumber was not…

Blindspot

A Poem

Maybe my whole life is a blindspot
and I can only see some of the stuff
like that wilted flower poking…

It’s Quiet Loud in My Head

Why are we embarrassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise? — Mitch Albom

In This House

A poem and a prayer

Eternally Wistful

Free Verse

On a cool, silent evening,
the light falls 
and the growing darkness
veils my soul…

All The People

We drug ourselves with container ships

Money Isn’t Everything

A poem

You say money isn’t everything,
and while that’s true,
it is the thing that puts…

Uphill

A Poem

I am trying to walk uphill
but it feels like I am carrying
a weighted blanket on my back
and my back isn’t…

Poetry┃Ode to Words

Some Words Are Soft

Quietly Strong

Watching Star Wars With My Daughter

The night is not the only place you can view the far edge of the…