Ex Libris
I have dogeared the nights where the sky was your face and the stars were the story of us you …
I have dogeared the nights where the sky was your face and the stars were the story of us you …
I have to stop looking for that rendition cross-shaped shadow cast on bare brick, reclaimed architecture changing as the light …
Become better organically. . . Artwork and photograph by Elena Moroz . You might also like: (Note: The thumbnails don’t …
I am that woman you saw in the picture the poet reaching for a metaphor for some sin like an …
Maybe if I don’t try, I will find it supine across the fallen leaves, the riffled pages, truth-heavy, where truth …
Keep writing, keep creating. You will never heal otherwise. . . untitled photo . from image bookmarking site Pinterest . …
I want to write about you. I think I love you. (Those two sentences are interchangeable to me.) . . …
It was still light when I left that intersection of stories where streets and skies and spirits stopped to catch …
Dear Other Poets, I wish I could see the poems you’d see if you were the one sitting here, looking …
Her body of work is a forest of words. And somewhere, underneath the litterfall, slinks a viper with his name …