A Prose Poem — Clouds make leopard print patterns on the ocean, claim the sky — blue and white, water and engine — they can have it, I don’t mind — fingers twist thick paper into screwdrivers, nails tap oxygen mask warning sign — I am fraught with frenetic energy, life’s eternal, off-key symphony playing the beat of what you mean to me — how the key changes come so fast — so if I could get this message through — Well,

A Prose Poem — Content posture, fingers circling through neglected headboard dust — a romantic distance maintained between us, I hear our music — off-beat intimacy, bass clef assurances — only a moment away, you lie in maiden feathered pillows — comfortably buried in the softest hallways of my brain — Planting flowers on…

A Poem — Your geometry, crushed and crumpled beneath my fingers, I watch you rise and fall, In a return to something primal that we surely knew before, The deep cut writing On the soft womb wall — How you fall apart in my hands, and how I weave you back together, Melted onto…

A Poem — A few years behind in repaying my sleep debt — In the medium distance, planes escape into the sunset — There’s intentions laid like train tracks In the space between our houses, Overgrown by time And its relentless context. A few battles away from picking up your sword— What would…

Prose Poem — Bursting visual rhyme inside my veins, harmonious buildings to streets and cafe glass walls frosted with coffee steam fog — the hum of blood rushing to breathe life into hearts and lungs — each step connecting reflected shadow to it’s sole — Chairs scraped backwards as brains take seats in…