Unfinished Poem: Note to Self

Note to self on this brisk Monday morning: don't wake people up without advanced warning. Note to self before you go to bed: maybe there are some things better left unsaid Note to self on how to be less bold: don't go around calling old people old


Poem: Dark Reunion

A love they thought would always be Ended in one stroke. He left on a quest to prove his strength, and was taken by the cloak. Now he’s gone and she is not, she cries most everyday. The cloak will come eventually She will die in the same way. Silence she wants more now than … Continue reading Poem: Dark Reunion