Archaeology (a poem)

I had no idea where that first line was going to go when it popped into my head… The lake in the mirror a faraway place dark around the edges quiet, but no balm to the system empty of something vital separate from reality Spaces red spaces blue spaces aground beneath dirt mounds from long [...]

An untitled poem about the intangible quality of love (A poem)

I feel I captured a strong feeling with this poem—at least, a strong feeling that I had as I wrote it. In that sense, writing this particular poem was an act of hope… So often the heart in love is portrayed as blood red that’s where passion lies, they say My heart beats on the [...]