Haiti Bound

And what are the words of permanence. Of disarray The things that lay thick and syrupy against a sticky August windshield. The sweat be...

We’ll call it a summer of wild love Of reckless decision making And frightful abandonment. A hollow. Swallowed up by darkness and cry...

Can you be quiet Can you watch the blades of grass  through the squinting winter sunlight  out of the periphery of your mind  as th...

Hi moon Is it the change of the seasons Or that my heart feels too unstable to move forward Too shifty. Shifting. Unabashedly c...

Walking through an antique mall is like spending time with my grandmother again.  Smells that I attributed to her, warmth and dust and ...

We pass by In the shadows And as the day turns to night, And the night again to day Today, we say, we will be what we do. And...

I am a live, And for why? For what minutes, seconds, days, of lives of trees are we here  And if, knowing that we do not know, ...