I used to think love was a miracle Taking its time Surfing the wavelengths of life Found in shooting stars or the blink of an eye Like a palette curated with intention Euphorically disturbed by capillary action For each color longs to be held in the arms of another Like the purple sunset you can’t Continue reading

They sent me awayTo make angels in the ashes With praise and blooming flowers And my own memories to rationWandering through my own mental prisonWith soap on my tongue if spoken and with no one aroundThe dark winter is never the talk of any town but today I’m their fair-weather forecast Sacrificing my future to Continue reading