Dichotomy

The closer I draw to you, the farther you slip,A breath away, yet always just beyond my touch.Each step I take feels weighted, slow—For every inch, two more stretch ahead,A…

Perfect

P ieced together with every color I’ve imagined. AnE pitome of beauty and wonder—divine. TheR adiance of my soul. New found peace in your wake. GoodF ortune overflowing, I swore…

Fear

I am the monster that you seek The Boo Hag The Baba Yaga The witch in the cabin—come to gobble you Plenty—full I am the host of ill will—a master…

Masking

I sometimes pretend to be someone else,but I quickly find that I don’t like them either.If I’m not comfortable in my own skin,how could I be comfortable anywhere else?Besides, their…

The Redwood Guardian

Her silhouette remained stained in his visionStill laying silently on the cold of the pillowGolden hair messy like snapped harp stringsCheeks pressed almond eyes into half-crescents She was the moon—he…

The In-Between

I took a step into the in-betweenFor a moment it was blindingAnd yet it was there that I could see all A calming wind—brushed cheekShe fell through the blueblooming in…

Unguarded

Son of my son’s son, You will be told I was too gentle. Just know—the father of your father’s father Was not taught to be as guarded as you. For…

Fresh Mint

Fidelity is a hard color for a fool to wear They will hold it in their handlike smokeand watch as the wind carries it away As if its ashes smell…

The Oyster is the Key.

Salt so pure I can feel it in my bones, see it in the airReflective beauty is a canvas we are not meant to understand.Can I be by the ocean…

The Thought of You

Falling fast, the snowflake crumbles.Slipping, sliding as it stumbles. Knee deep, I chase after you.Your footsteps imprintedare too large You turn to noticeAnd now I’m on your shoulders. The footsteps…

Irony

I love the way you laugh and I love the way you singI love how all life’s bitterness just crumbles to your feetAnd you walk on it so gracefully on…

To Fall Asleep Beneath a Willow Tree

He’s heading to the altar, but for what he will not say.The path is lit with skeletons and candles along the way.“Shush,” he says, “they’ll hear us, you creaking bones…