The forest has a secret world he visits when the world is asleep searching for his true self in the stars and deep in the ocean, he travels from tree to tree; he isn’t paralyzed here.

I was a child when I went to school in a building. Six. My brother, Jake, was ten just learning science and long division. I knew how to read and multiply. That was the night I knew why Spot ran away. The crash through the…

  Blue flowers are fraught with the memories and grievings of nought A bittersweet cacophony of endings and beginnings, Simultaneously. In Friendships, Funerals and Weddings, you’ll see me. Forever crying; but never sure if from Regret or from Glee!

For hundreds of years One life to the next Our souls came together In life, until death When our eyes first met Those memories returned The lives that we’d lived The times that we burned The vows that we made Lifetimes ago That, where one…

I look into the night An abyss and a revelation later, A vision dawns over the cityscape of dust The particles of the universe begin to shine through. As i wait at the bus stop that morning, Light wedges its way out of me Until…

dad would make sourdough bread twice a week and I’d always beg for the hardened ends crispy, still steaming warm melting anything spread on top, and I’d always eat it plain to savor the cloud of taste left by the crust nowadays dad does not…

You could barely tell that the periwinkle blue sky was dotted with clouds as the sun started to rise when the Forest Ranger stepped his gumboots past the storefront of Cottage Teas. This wasn’t his normal beat, yet the aroma of baking sourdough lured him…

I disappear into and endless expanse sometimes. Abstract Formless Endless Connected The ghosts of my past erased for a moment. Casually Fluidly Absentmindedly Fluently At witnessing the small reflection of light in her eyes Color Motion Strength Soul I dive deep in to luminous pools…

Tide Pool   My gumboots shift carefully underneath me, avoiding life hidden amongst sand and stone. I lean my head against the cool grey and suddenly the Periwinkle turn skyscraper,  fragile spirals silhouetted against clouds held in needle-pointed certainty. I whisper my secrets to a…

The first and the last The beginning and the end The Old and New Testaments harnessed Fundamentally, alone— to intend   The Word divided into Twain Two books separated Joined in marriage— they do contain An androgynous word extracted   Sealed within its own spirit…