There are no impediments
in the nature of true minds...
in my sleep I stop breathing
and when I do...
yet again I find
myself facing the wall...
i sing of you with a hushed breath,
careful to not let the words to your...
This was the weekly
"we can have a cup of coffee...
I find you in storms I fight to weather
in traps of poetry I uncover...
How can I forget the smell of fall
picking apples from high branches...
I wrote poems with
letters that do not exist...
We were skipping
stones across a gilded lake...
There is something about you
that I begin to slip away...
"Where is the the one-man whirlwind"
Floated words in my absence...
Birthdays are
Interestingly yet boringly...