Rewinding the tape
Love seemed to be a facade, until I learned to embrace it. … Read moreRewinding the tape
Tag: poetry
Scrapbook
Tiny wet footsteps
fleeing from bathtime suds spill
giggles into the air. … Read moreScrapbook
Jack
It’s an overcast morning, leaving shore
as he stumbles onto a cage of bones,Â
carrying nomadic weightlessness.Â
He feels the “smooth, slippery, cheating … Read moreJack
Cocktail hour
there were mornings when i’d wake upÂ
and the weight of my own skin
felt too heavy … Read moreCocktail hour
Junebug
Brown anoles skittered over scorching cement,
as they desperately fled sweaty fingersÂ
covered in chalk dustÂ
and a lopsided smile that was missing a couple teeth. … Read moreJunebug