poetry

Sometimes you are the winner of discontent Incomplete with long pauses of ill ease Slow heartbeats of melancholic systole Then...

Be an eleven Volume eleven (It’s louder than ten!) Eleven o’clock (Yep, stay up ‘til then!) Be outrageous Over the...

The quietude of the morning blanket of clouds Absorbs all sound and brings forth those of nature like a symphonic...

Her eyes the color of the cosmos— favorite jeans— dried lavender Bracing yet soulful A raincloud wandering like a bluesy...

The sea whispers the infinitely interesting in my ear I listen at risk Flirting with disintegration At the corner of...