We are the Daughters and Sons
of closed doors. Locked windows. We hid under covers. Afraid of shadows that walked our hallways. Reflections that hid in bathroom...
We are the Daughters and Sons
I originally wanted to tear
The first time we fall in love
Can we put the knives away
This Window
Hades and Persephone have a fight
Quiet Quarters
Haikus – Chronos
Grief is Love without a home
Love as the Study of Linguistics
La Luna Tira
Let me seek refuge
I remember when you asked me
From now on
A Mature Love Poem
Endless Summer