The lives we lead after they leave

It’s impossible to imagine a world without them
A humdrum day lost to traffic and emails, passing strangers
and sh ap el es s

[empty]

The Costume Bag

Mamma once told me that she always knew she wanted to be a dancer. I don’t know what I want to be when I’m older but today, today…

Gin at midnight

I’m walking home when I see it and remember that we’ve run out. I push open the door of Wine on Main and a little bell above my head rings in an out of tune jingle. He nods at me from behind the counter. I say a little ‘Hi’, give a mini wave and then head to the back. A corner of his mouth lifts up…

The Ache

Love
Is that what this ache is?
A threatening storm
Busting lungs
A trail of smoke
Reaching upwards
Before the crackle
Of mystic flame

The AI Collection

Mini collages intended to be printed as stickers

A little saga

We played that game
Of show and tell
Shirts overhead
And there it is

Berlin (by day)

It’s 9am in mid-June
The night before has exhaled
Kaleidoscope heads
Limbs slick and sticky
And now the light
Pale yellow and…

He once called my name

I dreamed of a memory
It fell from the sky
And landed
Slicing the night
In three, two

Little poems for nostalgia

One, two three

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