Tonight's dream was the choreography
of every moment I described you as...

You were a Saturday nightfall;
a thousand phantom leaves would sprawl...

You once told me, through the quiver
of a lazy street light that I was a twin to the...

Dear Valentine,
There's something about February that...

There seems to be
no remedy...

I spent
the twenty fifth day...

It was something
about that December day...

For Britt & Jason...

My neighborhoods costume
is the wild west with...

-Written for a contest, based on the 7 Wonders of...
The romantic 'pon my pen...

I had
every intention of...

Too many times
I brushed springs...