It wasn’t the end of the rope
It was the horror spaceBetweenThe frayed edges of itAnd my wearied handsFutilely reaching
Category: Free Verse
Free flow thoughts that turned into something genuine and beautiful.
He reminds me
of someone Someplace warmand full, a lightburning A possibility curvedalong his smooth cheekswhich Flow into the roundness of a chin I know Continue Reading
How I Dream of Aging
I kissed a crystal of snowlet it settle on my lipslicked it clean awayonce it melted I ate a crystalContinue Reading
For a Small White Flower by a Rushing River
A tender white whisperCalls out to an unseen loverHer voice may be smallBut it is persistentIn the face of rushingContinue Reading
In Search of the Perfect Womb
I’d been searching, searching, searchingfor some ephemeral something that could not quite formulate properly along my tongue into quite the right sentenceContinue Reading
Sometimes You Can’t Go Back
I think about a patch of rust Tightly hugging a fence pole On some forgotten plot of dirtConnected to a length ofContinue Reading
Every blossom is a kiss
speckled magenta, blushing unabashedlyas they sway along bony threads of branches. My lips pucker slightly in response, wondering what may comeContinue Reading
For the Guilin Mountains
Stony fingers pierce through soil and lake Seizing nothing but empty spaceThe air fogs over their view to heavenConfirming thereContinue Reading
You are multitudes, dear one
You are vastness itself So expand beyond borders Stretch your soul to the heavens Your destiny is not meant ToContinue Reading
I wonder about those faces,
smiling pastel purple and primary redbefore a swathe of bright blue sky. They hover over rusty tracks, tucked just below aContinue Reading
Alexis Attempts to Write 