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
Tag: poetry
…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
song of summer
I remember that night I remember that song I remember We were both soaked to the skin Before that flash … Continue reading song of summer
still hiding
so i hid her in my poetry in between these lines her colors and shapes still somehow undefined still wild … Continue reading still hiding
After Language
When all the drowsy metaphors about women and fruit have been peeled and devoured; there’s just you, me a bowl … Continue reading After Language
