poetry

Almost touched the sun

like crystals you touched the glass and it broke your leaves at full bloom but dust covers the path forward why does your heart race leave mine cold i want to talk to you about it about how the rose lost its
October 2, 2025

Gulping Air

fisting your hair i jumped off the boat ready to float and flee and fly but then you asked if this was what i had always longed for if this was it i didn’t have an answer so i waited for you
October 2, 2025

renewal

squeezing life out of rustling trees pouring mint tea into birch mugs listening to the birds watching colors of the sky change and change living in an eternity our scribbles are golden inking in barks glimpsing dawn our eyes following the earth
October 2, 2025

Coming Ages

catching your hands as they fall rose petals glimmering in your eyes as we bike towards the sunset rushing forward into the future not backing it building it sunlight flickering in our path oblique creations we’re molding still and sitting in silence
October 2, 2025

The Brilliance of Time is a Mother by Ocean Vuong 

Robert Frost famously said: “One who concerns himself with the sound of sense more than the subject is an artist.” What is beyond an artist? What is beyond art? What do you call someone who masterfully weaves words and sounds, and stitches
February 20, 2025
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