poetry

My own mortality Speaks with duality From the any moment soon To the aging yet immune Ah, the age old...

Perhaps there is one A truly happy one A nearly perfect one Perfect in their imperfection Bruised by living to...

A beautiful world mingles land and sea Air encapsulates it, microscopically All concatenate in quantum orbits As we live oblivious...

If you stop to acknowledge the profound situation that is your current life from the perspective of reincarnation, you can...

I met my girl when she was just that, a girl. It was love at first sight at an age...

We moved from our house on Princeton Street to the house on Detroit Avenue when I was four years old....