Cactus

It can be beautiful the death it holds

Palm Tree

I have been doing this long before you, and I will be long after. But it is nice to have company. Nice to talk in the language of patience…

The Word

I was told to write a story, but also that every word I write would come true. So I stared at the screen and waited.

Train of Thought

Off I go again on a flight of fancy, seeking, searching for my train of thought, that silver bullet gliding along rails of…

Nonsense Poem #1

“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.”

Shapes. Curves. The form sensual by nature though elusive when pinned by the cold hands of thought. Evokes primal feelings, that innate understanding. Instantaneous. A fact unaware…

Of the Many Yous

What if every time I wrote about you another you was born? A you sketched from the lettered prose of my wants and dreams; each…

Never quite

I never quite leave home even when I’m miles away. The heat here, the humidity, the way it kisses skin, has a touch that feels like a…

I miss you.

When someone says “I miss you,” it’s interesting to break down the phrase:

To say it to someone implies an audience. You are telling the person you miss that you are missing them in the present tense.

The Door

It breaks you before you can see it.