Feelings like quicksilverElusive and transientOften, it’s the truthOther times…
Poetry
I hold the invitation in my hand, rereading it for the hundredth timeThe invitation…
Flash fiction story
To be carried by the winds of Jupiter, no more, let it be.Becalm the wild stormy seas. Out of the chaos, it will find its way. The vine…
Your beginning in me, I trace!Bracing those moments, I grace!
1.Be invisible.What about my chest?Be invisible.What about my toes?Be invisible.
Knock on the door like a requesttakes shelter for one nightshe sits under a strange silencehe is…