It may start with a breeze It may come from a blizzard From a cold rage wrought by a freeze … More

please excuse my absence on the last day of november  i’m not sick, not on the road, not out of … More

the long days grew to long nights summer sun turned to autumn wind worn out t-shirts became well loved sweaters … More

at summer’s crest the sun beats down on its treasury: the flowers in zeal and the flesh of fruit that … More

My human form has not felt quite right lately; a floral form feels a better fit. I stare at my … More

You paint your nails purple,  Purple like the walls of your childhood bedroom, Your childhood bedroom where you and your … More

I didn’t expect it to be this hard moving on. I never noticed how intertwined our lives have been since … More

Kissing you is intoxicating. I could get drunk off of your lips. You taste like an Old Fashioned: sweet like … More