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Jan 22, 20231 min read
Quiet Quarters
Quaint keepsakes commandeer quiet quarters, Quaking quasars and queer quilts, Quirky quotes and quivering quills, Candid quests and...


Oct 17, 20211 min read
Haikus – Chronos
Glimpses of the sum- mer taste of fresh apricots on the windowsill. Your red tongue is stained You bite and bite and bite yet falling...


Sep 19, 20211 min read
Grief is Love without a home
At first, she hid in the pockets Of your favorite corduroy sweater. The one worn only on special occasions. But soon she got too big for...


Sep 1, 20213 min read
9/2/21: The Routine
Hello, dear reader. I have just lit a candle -- the same candle that I burn whenever I sit down and write at the end of the night. I try...


Aug 25, 20213 min read
8/25/21: Hello
Hello, you. Yes you. My dear reader, as Charlotte Brontë wrote in her story, Jane Eyre some 200 years ago. Thank you for coming here to...


Aug 25, 20211 min read
Love as the Study of Linguistics
They say that love must be easy. That it must come naturally, Like filling your lungs with air Or convincing your heart to beat. I see it...


Aug 25, 20211 min read
La Luna Tira
Tonight the ocean hums, 3,000 miles away, On a distant beach Under an intoxicated sky. She is breathless, Jadante, That is to say another...


Aug 9, 20211 min read
Let me seek refuge
In the thunderstorms of your heart. I’ll stand there quietly, I promise. I’ll offer you an umbrella and we can Watch the darkness swallow...


Jul 27, 20211 min read
I remember when you asked me
To watch the stars with you. The night was on fire, emblazoned with meteors, Though I stood there shivering Like a sailor lost in a sea...


Jul 27, 20211 min read
From now on
I want us to be the softest of endings In those messy and crowded theaters, The kind that hushes the rowdiest of us, And pulls bent...


Jul 16, 20211 min read
A Mature Love Poem
Tea whistling gently on the kettle. An open window. Smudges on rearview mirrors. A bed, neatly folded. A candle slow dancing on the...


Apr 13, 20211 min read
Endless Summer
We’d stand on rocks and stare at city lights, Proclaim ourselves the kings of endless summer. We’d soar on bikes and boards and all the...

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