I’m twirling thoughts or
Are they twirling me...
Silouetted tip toes hush
crossed a threshold of invitation...
I've made my way up the track
On my trusty mountain bike...
A client sends me a message about the custom poem...
Just a self love poem to herself because she’s...
9. Pull the beast up check it over, spit your...
You're down to...
Marielle grew up
in a slum and started work...
I guess you called up Dante
you seem to know him well...
Darkness is the mood of night;
so beautiful, mystical, and...
Soul,
gone in the world...
Sometimes I wonder why
Some people can't let go...
Somewhere amongst the straight
lines and right angles...
Not many people know that I struggled with drugs;
And those who do wonder why I never celebrate the...