Haiku for a Saturday Morning
yearning toward the sun these plants — too closely, they burn. ah, the unsaid verb.
Wednesday Words — A Very Short Poem About You
In the end — your life will look as it always has — terrifyingly familiar, yet surprising in exactly the right way.
Wednesday Words – The Bees
It’s raining outside. Droplets bead on my windows forming a scatter pattern that makes me think of insect swarm behavior. All the bees which used to bury me are dead, now. I spend the morning cleaning my apartment and settle in to answer emails in the afternoon. In these days of waiting, my email beckons [...]
