With each crashing of the tides,A renewal of loves floods my lungs,As the…
The way your fingers join
It is within the collective that soul appears, individuation remains,joining with celestial profusion, all eyes on us, all dwellers…
Sunset,lake a cottonmouth’sgrey back rippling, its white hiss loudas the sun.Hypnotized,we crossed decadesand breakwalls.We dove deep,we held air so tight our ribs became boldcages for our unspoken words.How we longed to release,to open our mouths.Instead, we sankinto the memory of…
In the space between words
A poem
In the cradle of your armsI find safety
Struggling with our own two feetBalancing act or place in timeCries of neighboring treesBroken wings of fowlEbb and flow of…
