At the Shore . . .
There was a wave, a tiny wave...

At twenty four,
I still don't need alcohol...

Poetry is like love and life, and time, and death
and what not...

a rose i drench with love
in hopes it’ll wither not...

When empty
it means there’s nothing...

honey,
the moon is back at my backyard...

i don’t know, I wish I knew
but i don’t know...

Oceans - with its waves, shook our legs.
I fell for you and on you...

This election feels like Halloween
to some is fun...

Day 365, it’s been one of those days when I have...
Today, I went to the supermarket. I bought fish...

If only us humans realized
that our hands hold the pens...

Hey,
Stars watch the ceiling that watches us tonight...