Posted in Photography, Poetry

I come

I come to write
along side your lines
perforated paper
torn along my spine
with a dull blade
and an empty inkwell.

The snow has melted now.
Yet I sit cozy
near the blazing fire
with a blanket wrapped around
the middle of my story
and dancing flames worth noticing.

I will leave you the ash.
To sweep
or print
or blow away
towards the blooming azalea
covered with bees.

Posted in Art, Poetry

Midnight Blue

Midnight Blue


The heaviness of hibernation has me wiggling out of my skin.

I want to experience again
the day i first met you
on display
the layers of tongue
wagging through philosophy
lifting life.

Us finding midnight blue.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

Feeling good about myself and others.

Home Bound

I haven’t posted many of my thoughts lately. Mostly out of a cringe in my stomach telling me to hold back the tide of bile. An anger lurks underneath the bed.

And you are healing? Aren’t you feeling your way out of the dark yet?

Ive been here so long. You fit like a glove. The peeling back of every layer. Every fear succumbs to my scratching fever. The bedside table rarely tips. The icy water barely sipped.

Posted in Art, Photography, Poetry

No Words at the Moment

Fractured
Can you hear me
make home
in the silence of the woods
where i watch freshly fallen snow
absorb her howl.
And i walk with a limp.

My days blend one into another. My to-do projects never quite finished. Ever chasing what best resembles my thoughts.