she is the poem
she is pure poetry to read her lines and curves every one is like a perfectly placed word Continue reading she is the poem
…she’s my whiskey
I could still smell you on my fingers as I raised the glass forest moss, oyster shell hot smoke my … Continue reading …she’s my whiskey
missing Sunday brunch
She invited him for dessert. He had her for breakfast. She forgot her own name. The neighbors knew this. They … Continue reading missing Sunday brunch
this one is for you
To the girl who has read a few too many strange books and poems who remembers her dreams sometimes writes … Continue reading this one is for you
haunted
and yet… after everything that happened to remain haunted by your ghost is still the most exquisite feeling of all Continue reading haunted
the persistence of scent and memory
The Persistence of Scent and Memory a poetic moment, a poem i wrote some time ago (for you, about you, … Continue reading the persistence of scent and memory
no words
the appearance of beauty cannot be described no words just like her walked out of the gate so fated fatally … Continue reading no words
