Somewhere on Northwest 21st when browsing was breathable without a mask I hid behind marigolds and ivy shielding my body from the frame my serendipitous smile as the camera clicked shadowed my body shame that girl on NW 21st walked up and down that stoop unconscious to the knowing this girl would EVER change her lens Now my serendipitous smile is all I see...

Moon Watching We sat next to moon watchers, on beach benches listening to Shattered, scattered echo From the Beach to Point Everyone sang along knowing someone, somewhere is recitin’ em’ in their rockin’ chairs. “She bo ba… bitin’ the big apple” And we watched the moon, over the band shell listening to scattered, Shattered bouncing from the...

What Words Diverge in My Soul? What roads diverge in my soul, of love and desire. To travel on a wooded road, to make camp and read poetry by a warm fire. I've told people I'm a counselor, a craftsman of words. But who is it that really knows me, when alone, in the...

Love Poem Let me gently hold your heart blowing warm air into it like a burning fire, stoking the lingering burnt embers that lay beneath your sole. As I fan the heat inside you you'll taste my sweet air, feeling it surround you with clarity and light. And as you grow in warmth for me your...