short poems about life and love

should he and i have met on some sun-drenched sidewalk in the city of angels it’s easy to admit that my younger...

what she forgot is that all provincial towns trade in secrets which are more myth than collective memory and only release them...

it’s nearly 2am but i can’t sleep. again. or rather, i was sleeping until a nightmare woke me like a warning that...

as a crow cries out one blossom petal reluctantly falls...

another rusted sunset — and underneath this rolling wheel churning day into day and season into season when there’s nothing left to...

alone in a sea of sand it stood for centuries braving all elements. beneath its branches camel bones were scattered in the...

while watching a youtube video my daughter asked me about the “continental divide” and what it might mean, what it “stands for”...

i see them seemingly everywhere i go and wonder if they see me too. at the grocery store lined up in green...