Your soul has left your body for the moment
—the moment before one passes out,
that phase between consciousness and the unknown.
Like being stuck sitting on the edge of the ...

I love you, my dear, your dark brown eyes,
how they would smile at me,
greet me,
             “Hello,
        &nb...

The moon asked me why humans cry. I said it's because tears say what words cannot.

I wonder what it feels like when poets find the perfect words.

Yes, you can call me a coward,
for instead of addressing my letters to you,
I wrapped it up with the ambiguit...

It was lovely, the surprise

of having an old flame

knock on my doors and heart

after a long age of estrangement.

The benefit of Certainty

A bird in the hand is worth setting free.

Ignorace is misery.