Dear
if you want fame...

They think poetry should scream
like a lost soul begging for mercy...

A gaze into his eyes, a smile,
a tender kiss in my forehead...

I lost it. My gift. It came to be like a pen,
filled with ink, ready to imprint...

You see, everyday, when I’m at work
I scan the same familiar fruits...

whatever happened to me
to the dreamer who dreamt to dream...

Love me sincerely
it’s all I ask...

There was a time
when life...

Oh darling, turbulent like seas, your skin;
A violent brine that moves me off my feet...

Dear Stephanie,
How are you doing? I know you don't know me and...

"I know, the tides from oceans are rising...
Soon, tsunamis will have us breathing under...

an egg on the countertop
rolls...