Most of my brain is like a chalkboard. The people and events in it drawn carefully with a piece of…
Don’t tell me I’m getting older, You won’t want to start this war, There’s a heavier weight on my shoulders.…
It’s just a question He whispered, leaning toward me But is it? People talk in hushed murmurs, the room…
I’m really cold today. My hands are numb and it hurts to type. It’s burning down my neck, Down…
I still dwell on the day we met I was buying groceries from the spice market Your eyes met mine…
Mist atop the mountain cools the skin, But fills the lungs and never leaves It is a thin, Mirage White…
There was once a place of rock and cloud Where men climbed moons Their picks chiseling through antiquity devastated…