poems
The Quiet Loves
The Quiet Loves
Be grateful for those quiet loves that didn’t ask for attention or be loved in return but rather just kept shining on you like a benign sun or a radiant moon content to watch you with an unsent love song
Holes and Other Missing Things
Holes and Other Missing Things
A button fell from my coat, unmade and spring air whooshed afront my face abashed about a button gone small things can’t be replaced with none A man looked at the moonless sky there’s a hole in the corner and
The space she takes up
The space she takes up
“I’m not about big spaces,” said she grimly, mouth pursed, a little tangy around the edges. “I’m all about the small ones. Corners, the tiny gaps between the stools around the table. I’d slip into that. I’m content with the
Quelstring
Quelstring
From afar, a trumpet resounded without a tune sang a dog in a four-pawed cadence silence the trees danced along the march. Footsteps drummed in a celebration of summer like no other, the sun lit up with a smile from
