short poems about life and love

three blackbirds as fat as cats perch like statues atop three old fence posts lined up in a row which lean awkwardly...

when you get right down to it a word is just a word and she piled them up so beautifully stacked between...

his side of the closet is vacant now, save for a handful of white wire hangers left behind too fragile and bent...

the soul of a flute is found in notes that float on a tempered breath while the soul of a guitar consists...

I. beneath a cherry tree soft with early buds you gave your love to me. II. you cannot hurry spring — cherry...

she asked about loneliness and what it was all supposed to mean as if somehow this singular truth of our existence held...

the weight of my world hung in the balance as her hands shuffled fate along with the deck. cards spilled out across...

there’s no way to know for certain what he saw from his open window one solitary night when he felt moved enough...