soft undergrowth pads the forest floor sunlight, blocked by trees dapples my skin warming a few inches at a time an old house sits empty untouched by human hands vines creep up and through decaying walls I have come home

Dreamy land Where no man’s sad Foggy skies Where no one cries Wind that blows And I repose Birds sing And why not It’s a Paradise! Magical place And I refuse To shut my eyes!

You said that you wished we were real but we were, don’t you see? If we were not real, why does it hurt so? I don’t need to pinch myself to feel the pain to know that we were real. Two years and I still…

You were so much more than your ending But that was long ago Long before your alcoholic demons took your soul Long before you lost yourself to the bottom of the wells Long before we hit this fucking town that I call Hell You used…

It would take too long to write to all of you Everyone I left behind as I was forced to move forward With each new place and each new life I met more of you I like to think that each of our friendships helped…

Things you could not have divined or imagined Are now a dystopian reality There’s not much left of humanity – Was this predestined? Or was this always the nature of your God Of superior intelligence And advanced technology Who belonged not in a church but…

Grandpa Gaius, Last night, your children showered Earth on your mortal home. The last they’ll ever do for you. I’m sorry I wasn’t around to say farewell. I’m sorrier I couldn’t save you on your sick bed. Death bed? I watched your body breathe in…

Dearest Nana, My Chateau is warm today With the shining summer sun Just in time For The Poetry Month! So I write to you this letter To introduce Epistolary Poetry And ask if you will Write back to me too! And also to say that…

Dear Keni, They haven’t solved your death. I think about you and your last breath. The coroner doesn’t return my calls. No one speaks of your blood splattered on your paintings and walls. Your dog is happy and with a friend. I have not forgotten…

Open, close, glide, slip, slide, flit, carried along with the trade winds, from South America to the U.S., meandering descent, alight, rest, sniff, close wings. Scent, sweet, nectar, delicious intent, probing with a proboscis, whether orange or flower, sliced or whole, honey or raw sugar…