Xanadu
 

Like the whispering wind— it’s sly and cunning. Sometimes it’s a dreadful draft And tiny marks appear on your sensitive skin. At other...

Very few can survive in a place where there is nothing.  In nothing, I thrive.  Empty space, dry cracked rock under my feet, surrounded...

when you cannot flower, you learn how to cling. unrelenting, i exist in moisture. my shallow roots make me seem easy to discard— but...

Sunflower in a field of roses. The long stem creeping out, showing its face to the world. Realizing it's the odd one out—accepts pain....

You are a camellia potted on a Steinway basking in my nocturnes. To baptize you is to ruin my vintage black lacquer. Even still, I love...

I check the weather app— cloudy.  I stuff my bag with supplies in preparation: two jackets, an umbrella, and a spare, just in case.  I...

She sits alone in the waiting room — Her leg bounces in an anxious cadence. Every so often a ringing phone joins her ong in uncanny...

What if I was your river In which you dip your hands and take sips,  Letting myself drip down your chin back into myself. At times I am...

I will no longer let myself be a shoelace. The pink laces of a young girl’s light up sneaker. Mud smears the white rubber’s sidesー As the...

The garden you tend to. Your gloved hands lifting me up after a storm— Picking out any weeds that bother me. You are the sun that...