If I knew grief how would I encounter the stoic inside me? Could she still…
Wonderer becomes cozy and tidy,hopeless in tsunamis of desolation, consoled,bereft of the befitting sliver of dust,golden rays rush in to…
tonight I ate bahn mi tofu with fries and sipped slowly on a moscow mule in the patio garden of my neighborhood favorite with my…
Now and then you’ll miss shit With tears in your eyes You want to feel it But the timing isn’t ever right So they try and…
at ebbed sunrise, I think writing is an act of hanging on/words slip/waves crest and fall/breath…
