The tiger in my belly is the colour of peaches & licorice… Read more →
a poem on emptiness Read more →
Nearing the crest was the hardest.
I recall viewing it from far away
as if it were only a simple prospect
& not a hard fast guarantee Read more →
Once, there was a girl with a little hole right over her heart. It was not so big that anyone noticed, much. Read more →
such a common thing.
happens to everybody,
at least once a day. Read more →
As I positioned my young family on the edge of significant change and we felt the wind on our nervous faces, I couldn’t ignore the feeling of loss it created. Read more →