You are the summer, ravishing and young, that craves a harsher touch, a fatal change. You prune with swords to…
Poetry
I hate that I miss you Your zest, that sassiness, that sunshine ray that you’ve always been that warms winters…
The leaves are changing colors Beautiful yellows, oranges, bright reds, and pinks It’s finally getting colder The air is more…
dancing, i thought, is thinking through the body. your weight goes out before you, the trundle of your hips confront…
I want the world as a bakery balanced in tree pose on downtown’s right hip. I can flick a few…