Homesick, Evidently
For my books, please go to Books Eight years ago, I was working and living in Spain, and at some point got really emo about… Read More »Homesick, Evidently
For my books, please go to Books Eight years ago, I was working and living in Spain, and at some point got really emo about… Read More »Homesick, Evidently
No fall air was cool enough. No comfort found in words. Every little sound in the soulless night was a sinking hole. But their words…… Read More »Lessons Collected Gone Unlearned
In the sky a bird rejoiced. We say they sing for rain. One of those things you almost miss because you looked away. Always looking… Read More »Look Up! You’re Missing the Fun
Faceless. Like time itself, endless. Walking away from trouble until again it finds me. Words evaporate in the air, talking is pointless. To be ignored… Read More »The Art of Being Ignored
When the wind is breathless, the raindrops loud, and the trees swing from side to side; midnight The tender whisper of a loved one’s voice… Read More »Life at Midnight
Pretty face to please all the masses lower, middle, and upper classes But they can’t tell from outside my glasses what are wrinkles and what… Read More »Life’s Throes
An ounce of care would be nice from them you shower with awes, allow to eat your bread, take up unearned space in your shed… Read More »Best Kept Secret
Sunday work in the morning breeze. Sushi made with cheese Autoimmune disease Monolinguals in these seven seas Prepubescents all over IG Your name on everything… Read More »R and B – Things that Are but Shouldn’t Be
Writing this with my eyes closed, wanting to keep trapped the thoughts that might slip through the cracks when I look away, out in space.… Read More »Past and Present Flashbacks
I guess it is in my head where destiny has decided to write your name. Forever wondering about the day when it’ll no longer be… Read More »The Boy Who Didn’t Choose Me
How is a story born? A story is born… When we do things we shouldn’t do. When you look at me the way you do.… Read More »How is a Story Born?
Sign language is an artistic way of communication that not all of us can interpret, nor master. Isn’t that the same reason that not all… Read More »Red Flags and All That Jazz