There's guns
There's fire...

The ocean
waves hello's...

My poems
like the moon...

She wanted :
to scrape...

A writer
pens a book...

The day is ready to be filled with rain
And I was born to be a ray amongst the storm...

The sun does shine when there are no clouds in...
Yet whose to say that the sun does not shine as...

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

May be, I am this book on my lap?
The one I usually close to nap...

I,
would love to smell...

A deer eats green grass
as winds sway pastures in warning...

A kitten
cracking tears...