Petrichor creeps through window mesh natural spirit joining a blanket session. Caught off guard initially invited in with an open window. Some would read uncertain, here we’ve mingled; however, established trust mutual coexistence. Non-parasitic mutual benefits, no sorrow when either leave. Only temporary, Ensured insurance assurance without words. Gratitude arriving appreciation departing. Rain cleansing wounds … Continue reading Petrichor


First Date

I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word home means to you and tell me in … Continue reading First Date

Perfect mold

My mind yearned for something greater  than what I could see , with my own eyes and everyday I thought there was something wrong with me because I was not happy in this life, where an abundance of food grows yet children starve, where the innocent are killed by hatred and war, where unarmed men  … Continue reading Perfect mold

Sullen Faces

Sullen faces like slates of grey... What I’d seen on a walk today. Bodies rushing bodies bolting Time for life a disregarding. Money to make and to grow old What about the hands to hold? Deadlines, projects, people to meet What about our own two feet. Sullen faces like slates of grey... What I’d see … Continue reading Sullen Faces

I let them die

I am bitter.  I mourn for the people I couldn’t become and I blame the world for it.  They killed the poet They killed the writer They killed the playwright  and everything they could’ve written. They killed the actor They killed the model They killed the muse and everything they could’ve become. They killed the … Continue reading I let them die


​I composed a symphony of explanations; Music notes danced upon apologies, A whirlwind of ways I could let you go, Forget you ever existed, But you tend to linger, don't you? Your gangly figure obscured by sturdy oak trees, Never reaching out, never speaking, Watching, waiting, aching. No words, Only silence. And if I am … Continue reading Silence