short poems about life and love

if i could think dog thoughts and understand their woofy barks would my world be filled with bone dreams or countless squirrels...

all those words which you’ve heard piled high like stones have weight, have power to move you into joy or darkest despair...

a story is just a story which ends as it begins as it must (as they always do), and those threads we...

i feel myself (there between each heartbeat and deep intake of breath) just before it’s time for bed when you draw the...

i have no idea what you see from your shuttered balcony and truth be told i’m afraid to ask about those crowded...

i wonder what kind of mind would conceive an idea for robo-bees (or pollination drones) flying ceaselessly through the air competing with...

if i were to throw some stone into a little known pond would those ripples propagate outward anyway even if no one...

if we cut all flowers would others one day bloom, or would future springs remain desolate? it’s easy to reason that scissors...