Can you define me by what I am not?
Is it absurd to wonder whether galaxies mourn the death of their stars? I assign breath to entities with no…
Category: Creative Writing
Poem for a day when I cannot write
Respect that the words don’t know how to flow today, love. They congeal and coagulate. You can’t be part of…
forget about frogs in a grocery store
How am I supposed to forget about the frogs? They were lined up along the upright freezers. It started, I…
Too much becomes too much and where does it settle?
Where could we drive with sleep permeating the back seat? Driving was the point and not the point. Here is…
What fades to background?
Among the things I no longer see in my house is the ghost of a ladybug that haunts my uncertain…