After fights with him,I seek comfort inused bookstores,surrounded bypeeling book spines,the words of ghosts, andthe whisper of turned pages.The stories of peoplewho have it worse than I do. He seeks comfort inneighborhood barssurrounded bypeeling beer labels,the laughter of drunks, andthe…
I looked for youin the linesof your poetry.I hunted for youin the spaces betweenyour pretty words.I rearranged theletters to tryand form secretmessages meantonly for me.Ultimately, I criedout in anguishwhen I realizedthat there was nothingfor me to readbetween your lines,nothing but…
I call myself a word collector. It’s my hobby much like people who collect rocks, or postcards, or antiques. What does a word collector collect? Poems, quotes, books, passages from books, my own thoughts on paper. I love when someone…
During the wedding ceremony there was a little smiling baby looking over his mom’s shoulder and it made me realize something. here we all were, gathered in this one place – families, couples, babies, kids – to celebrate a wedding.…
