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
the appearance of beauty cannot be described no words just like her walked out of the gate so fated fatally … Continue reading no words
Warsan Shire Continue reading not for everyone (but someone)
I loved her and I called her ‘lover’ not simply with certainty I loved her with conviction specifically I loved … Continue reading fully. completely.
she is the work of art to learn her mouth her eyes her hair and her heart she is the … Continue reading …she is the poem
When I call you beautiful I mean eyes of hazel A crown of gold, topaz And jade stone Saint-Tropez in … Continue reading when i call you beautiful
she moves quickly down the street, but she doesn’t miss much she lives for her books, her music, strong coffee … Continue reading …and i love her
The parks, the beaches, the backyards empty now. September silence falls on the forest floor. The light turning to gold … Continue reading September 4th