short poems about life and love

we talk about the past as if polaroids don’t fade or go missing from old shoeboxes left in a hall closet. but...

it’s midnight, but no stars shine with a thick blanket of clouds poised overhead. my window is open, yet no sea-scented breezes...

I once heard that if you don’t do small things, you’ll never do big ones when the time comes. It might have...

a wooden bowl forgotten on the patio and filled with rainwater mirrors the moon peeking between clouds above a grove of black...

some believe that water knows all things washed by rain, and holds as treasure jetsam tossed into its cold depths which sediments...

there was a time when you could set your watch to the 5:57 amtrak as it rumbled through the only crossing in...

i. she played a mermaid, once, in a made for TV movie. the ratings weren’t great, in case you’re curious, making it...

i. raven hair, a sacred crown cascading in thick torrents down the nape of her neck. hunched over, she pours over the...