The alert winds maneuver, a physical work. The lighthouse, brings dusk from the shore As I find myself untethered, a … More
Category: Poems
Purpose For
The purpose of being is no purpose at all. This agonizing truth, this beehive of noises, Have an offshore calmness, … More
Almost
An inquisitiveness of outcomes never calculated. A reproach of the sharp edges, that bleeding can be poetic too. What, bleeds … More
Decay
Sometimes I have felt it like an essence, Sometimes like a being, in the shadows A subservience, which we abide … More
Definition
We say life and leave it there. What about “live?” I wonder sometimes, life is estranged from life. A word … More
A Periwinkle Truth
A periwinkle truth, and vines.i am a layer someday, that bend shapes into light and someday I am the formless … More