Nuances

Self-Portrait (for Momy)

Stepping On Stones

In An Instant

everything can change. lies become truth. truth becomes strange. eyes can deceive and words can ruin. what was once cherished is slowly consuming. i wish you hadn’t died. days like these would be… Continue reading →

Lose Is Losing

Sobs are for stories You hold me down while I watch you take all the glory Take it all with caution Unnecessary This patience, patients patiently Ignoring The battle that is underneath You’s… Continue reading →

Desert[ed]

never did it occur to me that being here was the only place to be i’m right where i’m supposed to, seeping in this vulnerability.  i look to my right, there is nothing… Continue reading →

Where

This is where it stands. This is where it, stands like palm drops on evening hands, greased upon piles of shredded notes bespoke, unspoken. Like whispers in dreams, all of this much like… Continue reading →