I tried to find home
by looking within and...
I still want
the truth...
I who have always found ways to escape,
skilled at filling gaps and stitching...
hand-picked wildflowers stamped into the letters
you’d rattle off, were easily one of my...
When a long novel
is signed in misfortune...
you spill light into the evening sun;
lending warmth to an otherwise...
The bruises are
disappearing...
You appear as a ghost to me,
when I play chords simply yet soulfully...
My starting verse
a thorough beginning...
The coffee hymn in the morning
was our best harmony, we always...
the morning light drinks from your
eyes – a continuous wellspring of...
people turn pale blue
when a guy at the register...