Poem: Nurturing Risk

To open one’s heart
is to expose the soft center
where the delicate things are kept
far away from the abrasive brain
that would scour them smooth

Poem: Painters Duel–Dawn versus Twilight

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be

Short Story: Standing on an Empty Street Without Direction

Lena breathed in the chilly night air.

It was the hour of the morning when the previous night’s mistakes lingered but hadn’t taken root into full-blown regrets.
She looked up the street.

Then down the street

Then back to me sitting on the stoop, head in hands, fighting off the oncoming hangover.

Poem: Meadow Running Deep

in the meadow i lay
down my head
next to yours
hair spread out
like a red flame

Poem: There She Waits as the Wind Gently Cries

A girl in red stands on hillside
as the wind gently cries
it blows drying her tears
as the wind gently cries

She watches for boats at sea
as the wind gently cries
watching for a single ship
as the wind gently cries

Poem: Dreaming of Change Unchanging

We always use the word changes
to describe life as it moves as it does
in reality it just rearranges
to something new from what it was
we’re trying to hold on because
we cannot adapt as we should

Poem: Palinode to Happiness

If happiness was a person would it be mother
That vile person who filled our heads
With vile words of doubt that poison
A young mind with contempt for self
Before even knowing what self was

Poem: Seeds

Here we sow the seeds of our own birth
That will erupt from fertile ground with tendrils
Stretching towards the nourishing rays
Of the sun around which we revolve