Circa 2015 To My Poet, I am a cursive body running laps on your notepad telling you the story of how we first met. I am the best type...

Circa 2015 I sleep at ease when the scent of last night stitches into my clothes. I breathe, and every past good or bad decision we...

Circa 2016 There’s a rush that swells your chest and suddenly you discover lust in slow motion. My heart is ripe. It’s ruddy I look at...

Circa 2016 I am from the sun—the inspired spirit, illuminating language like the warm sound of Good Morning. Living and breathing...

Circa 2017 Just run with it, like you would with a pangram but expand your alphabet and use the inexplicable thoughts that erupt from...

Cumulonimbus tidal waves blanket the sky like an overcast of clean bed sheets calming you into a dream. It’s a lot like having your...

Welcome to the Jungle A Love Letter Within my body, beneath the bones a wildness thrives - A mess of tangled vines climbs my ribs in...

a grocery list is just another love letter : honey for your tea cherries, plums blueberries & syrup for breakfast. cinnamon sticks ...