Unsplash Poetry

I want to hear your song. Actually, I probably don’t. Not right now, at least. All that rhythm from how your parents talked and cooked and…

The nice thing about a picture is how a click becomes eternal. I can be beautiful for a click. I can make you want me or at least be…

Sitting on the shore last week I saw a seagull standing with its weird feet in the lake. It looked sideways at me, like birds do, waiting…

There is no joint that time will not unjoin. No body nature will not reclaim. No matter how strong the frame, how proud the craftsmanship…

I know the words are in there. I can smell them like old books stacked in the closet, their gravity condensing them into a giant paper…

There, buried in your morning mirror, a pair of ancient eyes demands the burning drumbeat of anger, the chest-deep snowmelt of fear, the…