the light in my room is kind of ugly tonight too yellow, like it’s trying too hard it makes everything look older than it is even my hands outside someone laughs like nothing’s wrong like the world isn’t constantly almost something else a car passes, bass shaking the windows and then it’s gone like...Read more

People said you could make honor in a room did they not, with glassware and a steady hand? If you crush a promise into pieces and warm it over a blue flame, does it not shine like the truth? We were told to wait for the color to change, to trust the smoke that smelled like roses. Who checks the c...Read more

Your old coat still hangs by the door. One sleeve is torn where you caught it on a nail. I keep meaning to fix it. Winter keeps coming back. The pockets hold bus tickets and a bent hair clip. There is a grocery list in your careful block letters. Milk, bread, apples, call me. I fold it smaller ever...Read more

The sky lets go in quiet sighs, As rain beads fall from softened skies. The breeze is thick with moss and pine, A scent that blurs both place and time. Earth turns sweet beneath the storm, Like dampened bark and fields still warm. The flowers lean with heavy heads, Their perfume stirred from garden...Read more

--- The clock skips seconds when no one’s watching, and I swear my shadow breathes some nights. There’s a garden in my chest that grows weeds and names I forgot to forget. Birds fly in crooked lines above the wires, like even they aren’t sure where to go. I follow their doubt like a map, hoping lo...Read more

The moon forgot to set last night, so it lingered in my window frame, watching me toss through woven thoughts like it knew the names I wouldn't say. The trees outside held their breath, as if the world had paused for me, not in kindness, but in curiosity, like it wondered what I’d become. By morni...Read more

They talk around me like I’m air, a breeze that doesn’t rustle hair. Smiles float past, meant for someone near, I fold myself smaller, year by year. I learn the art of quiet hands, of shrinking space where no one stands. The light forgets to fall my way, like even sunbeams look away. But sometimes...Read more