In quarantine, the Forget-Me-Nots blossom a grey-fade as a quiet slow fills the empty ravines of city streets. Alone in a canyon, a voice...

Will you come out and climb with me up the mountain path hidden beneath the dusty autumn leaves winding towards the bend in the creek wit...

The sudden rush from nothingness casts a certain spell; the unfamiliar smell of a stranger’s sheets, the daring potential of the push, th...

Consider the Song, Remember the Sound We love with a syncopation, rivers of rhythm coursing through our veins. We came before the music, w...

She used to fuck them just to leave them. My mother would say. Unabashedly confess with a sly smile lying on the couch, legs crossed, smo...

Never new, always wood worn, stairs sinking, a golden glow fades on the floor of my childhood heart where I eat perfectly peeled oranges ...

I like you stupidly and all over. Relentless is the thought persistent, even if I don’t want to want you, there is never any room for neg...

In the veins beneath my skin, there are rivers of uncertainty flowing fast through abandoned streets like a flash flood. You open my hand...

Twist your tongue around my words, just to call me yours. You were already gone and so you left, and so you will leave again, and I will ...

If you were a gender, you’d be the wind & the ripples in the water, memories attached to photographs, & rose gardens in high summer. And ...