Working on a little portrait of a brown bird Wet feathers. The time of your life is everyday. Cradling your organs like a baby, in your soft hands callused by pens electronics and the echo of gardening tools. We live... Continue Reading →
This poem is dedicated to my close friend. She just underwent a life changing surgery and it has been a scary path. The first time we had a meeting it was about poetry, I think we should circle back there... Continue Reading →
Soaring through The black tunnel Another poem about the train Forms on the edges of my mind We get close Listening to music And closing our eyes in A whole hearted attempt To be an invested listener Strive to learn... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 