Category: Poetry

  • Ding!

    the distance between a text message and a poem is a matter of attitudeevery message is sacred,an incantation of protection,whether read or unreadmagic doesn’t care nordoes my belief require proof,,,,when i tell you goodnighta star is born in a cloud of gasand space dust —these electronic missivesfrom my heartto your phone

  • like the wind

    bend mei’m a sapling hard and soft tender shootsi’m trying to growthe sun is sparse and silentsometimes a breeze tickles my elbowand i extend my roots away