The Seamstress Before Light
An original poem that follows a hand-sewn mending before dawn — needle, thread, old linen — and quietly repairs the day along with the...
The Silence of Trees
There are mornings when you can no longer tell how you keep standing. You look at the yard, the street, the noise around you,...
The Sea That Counts the Days
A poem about patience, the passing of time, and a sea that returns what we have offered it.
The Well That Answers
On the lip of the old well, the water is still. I lean over — and my own voice comes back.
The Arson of the Soul: A Celestial Fusion
No bounds exist betwixt thy heart and mine, / But one vast pulse, electric and divine.
The Morning’s Crown: A Sunrise Serenade
For though the sun ascends his burning throne, / My world revolves around thy heart alone.
The Morning’s Crown: A Sunrise Serenade
For though the sun ascends his burning throne, / My world revolves around thy heart alone.
The Morning’s Crown: A Sunrise Serenade
For though the sun ascends his burning throne, / My world revolves around thy heart alone.
The Morning’s Crown: A Sunrise Serenade
For though the sun ascends his burning throne, / My world revolves around thy heart alone.
The Thaw of the Soul: A Hymn to Second Love
Thy patience is the sun that warms the clay, / Chasing the ghosts of Yesterday away.