poetry

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...

I’ve lost my mind I need it back because it is one-of-a-kind Classically vintage and heavily worn due to use...

Be your own god In the present here and now Fill the spaces and voids with your own truth Disavow...

A tree reaching for the sun Is honorable Or windblown the other way JArtB Note: tropism; phototropism Note: the tree...