short poems about life and love

The lifting veil of night makes me giddy, like I’ve been high. “All the...

Separation is an illusion, they say. But sitting in my darkened home as a...

From my stool I can see the brick lanes and canal below. Wide-eyed tourists...

a slow roll of waves kiss the beach. beneath pine and sycamore an evening...

from my window cars and trucks sail past in both directions, their tires humming...

love is a feather gently falling to earth. it’s not what you receive as...

i’d swaddle you with words but know they’d never stick, falling away from your...

at home in the dark i am bated breath and base desire, or the...