In and Out
To me, it was just yesterday Our house plants baked in the morning’s light, breathing out their homemade recipe for a well-sustained life I watched you, at the window sill…
n., /hō/kēs/ Armenian for "my soul."
To me, it was just yesterday Our house plants baked in the morning’s light, breathing out their homemade recipe for a well-sustained life I watched you, at the window sill…
Hymn DNA – Annah Anti-Palindrome The Witch Doesn’t Burn in this One Book – Amanda Lovelace Composition of a Woman Book – Christine E. Ray Anything by Wendell Berry HAVE YOU SEEN THIS…
Welcome to SMITTEN Reads. an audio project I lead for Indie Blu(e)’s SMITTEN: This is What Love Looks Like. This anthology comprise of 120+ poets released October 2019. Please consider supporting this…
Life takes us places yesterday never imagined.Yesterday’s darkness glancestowards the magnetic moon,reveals the beauty of the light withinthe world’s partnered sun.The light rises from the dark.The orbit continues. Inthe dark’s…
In May of 2017, my father lost his fight with gravity. He took his final fall. The next few bedridden days took some adjusting. When we fall, we often think…
“Self-acceptance through poetry. There is nothing else like it. Jude St. Jude is a brave poet who takes on one of the most difficult topics with vulnerability and in a…
Thank you for the note, big brother.I recall you prefer notto coordinate with me, yetgrateful we keep each other informed.I was happy to have taken mother awayfor a bit. She…
I am in a heavy mood. Still rearranging. Rearranging furniture, too. Now, to vacuum the dust. The dusthas found rest, after the storm blew through. … Photo by Kunj Parekh on Unsplash