Poem 82

The Day You Return He waits at the edge of his seat, turns his head whenever the door creaks open and jolts up when the light flickers on. His life is at a pause for until the day you return but you’ve moved on years ago to a guy only a smile away, who knows the …

Poem 81

dazed i’ve walked the circumference of the earth, half awake and half asleep, unaware of the things which surround me, the people who have held my hand, who have stood by me through the good and especially those who have withstood the turning of the wheel of life. they have seen the chaos that plague my mind …

Poem 77

poem is based on a story I’m developing. possibly bcb. or possibly the story of the Allens? where the flowers bloom… there are dreams. their dreams. she is graceful, truly unbelievable from her dance to her utterance. I see myself spinning underneath the gazes of brown eyes. I know the feeling of her hands, rough …