short poems about life and love

that’s just how it goes (i suppose)… say when right next door or way across town a life slips tragically away —...

long past the hour when sensible souls sleep i prowl unfamiliar streets hoping to find some welcome which waits up ahead for...

your words have finally reached me from out of the cold and out from the past and it’s more than i could...

a photograph only lies with reality compressed into two dimensions and ripped free from any vibrant contextuality. and where is your focus...

i still remember drives down route 113 laying on the back seat staring up through the side window with the sky broken...

at the risk of sounding cliche life flowed differently back then… on hot summer days windows would be flung open wide inviting...

a self, in pending. bound by a web of whys from any given place all roads end in fate. found between two...

to confess a deep frustration — beyond this monotonous interplay of words and chores scratched off a mental to-do list only to...