Poetry is a thing with rules. More guidelines than actual rules rhyme this, rhythm that, make sure it has some kind of flow, goddammit, if it doesn’t you’re a hack and you can’t follow the simple rules. tell me tell me tell me Tell me…

Empty water bottles sit on my nightstand, having chugged them last night to hit my gallon-a-day mark. A vine of purple flowers, ten years old, finally hangs above my bedroom door, a thin canopy of color against the white walls. A salt lamp and moon…

Well, I wish it were that easy. To be fully prepared. I spent a good chunk of time Showering and getting ready To go out in the garden. It’s beautiful, this first day of summer. Only the smallest white clouds Reveal exactly how blue the…

Sometimes, That TOUCH heals all the wounds… And soothes the soul That LOOK has all my answers… And the sorrows disappear That SOUND calms me down… And only heartbeats are heard Words are forgotten, And only the language of SILENCE is spoken! Power of it…

A decade ago, we were like lightning crackling across the darkest sky, lighting it up with feral ecstasy. We were raw electricity that hummed and buzzed wildly and blissfully through every dawn, birthing jealousy within every sunrise. We were that bright, fiery, meteorite plummeting through…

Viewed from above, the beauty of the ocean is a lie that stretches as far as the eye can see. A painting or a photo: flat and continuing past the frame’s edge. Hidden from above, the beauty of the ocean revealed. Reflecting sunlight conceals the…

Haiku   Hot summer day a sun kissed memory lost with each blue wave

Closing my eyes after a tiring day Sleep is still far far away But sleepless dreams haunt me still An old memory of us up that hill Where we used to run around Holding hands and with books abound No one there just us and…