…take a sip! — She wanted to be seen splattering paint, ruining what was considered a masterpiece. Or carving her darkest secrets into the trunk of the most beautiful oak tree. But instead she was writing letters and stamping envelopes though they’ll only ever journey to a roaring fire. - Smudged ink and crossed…

a poem — This is a garden where weeds are welcome, where cotton-tailed and feathered fence hoppers are invited over to eat and rest their feet. - This is a garden where peace isn’t forced, it’s present. - This is a garden, a work of art created and maintained by an old man…

a poem — The way a stranger will nurture you because they can sense your heart is breaking. Because they were once where you are, and I’m not talking about being in the Produce section at 5:23 pm sharp, they too have felt the incessant aching. - Or the moment you put a…

a poem — “what is to give light must endure burning” I taped the quote on my wall because it resonated beyond belief - and then I said the words out loud through gritted teeth - these words, this notion, I still believe but I’ve burned for far too long now… and this…

a poem — the sun is awake longer than it has been since the twenty-second of September. - nothing and everything has happened this year, another birthday comes around, and still, I’m living in a reality where pure joy is something I can barely remember. - the sky is aligned in the same…

a poem — A man sits in his overpriced mahogany chair, watches the flat-screen television intently And by intently I mean he hears what he wants to hear, never what he needs to. - He whines about the possibility of his riches being fairly taxed. He loathes taxes and fairness, but oh how…