an apple on a tree
a birdie on a bush...

A gardener before planting it into a vase, spoke...
"Within this vase lies the soil that'll...

Hey friend, don't let this love of yours
be some kind of rope...

I figured, its just the way that I am...
It's the way that I write...

I have not written my thoughts.
I used to carry with myself a phone...

It's not the way one writes or the way one feels.
It's the way a writer takes the reader into a...

The yard was green with grass and weeds, admixed.
I walked with heels and soon I sank in dirt...

With fingers
in my lower back, my spine...

Too thin to break
Too thin to be...

I feel i need this
This ache in my chest...

I, watched grown men and women, live alone.
Their families forgot them, threw them on the...

Today, I'll write a sonnet. Yes, today.
And so, I'm here with hands on keyboard, and...