Chair of Poetry

Dear friend of my heart, There is a chair I once came to occupy; a chair of silence, of reflection, … More

love and freedom: a dancer of silent tunes

Dear Friend of my Heart, as my chest rises and falls in the company of the forest song, I am … More

Charming, you present me your presence withholding the lines, nary a complete you a ghost to my touch, a shadow, … More

A painter, his painting adorns the wall… I’ve been here often, I’ve been here before, I’ve been here, I’ve been … More

I had a notebook too. A brown notebook. I would write down about the world. I would write about how … More

Evening is many things… the end of a day, of a night, the start… a poet with a pen and … More

I listen closely to the evening and search for the feeling in her heart. She looks back into my eyes … More

Being right is such a stretch It’s such a fight I’d rather just be beautiful And instead of a … More