Poetry
Summertime
The blades of grass lean together when the breeze remembers their names. Wildflowers lift their faces without asking who is watching. They
July 19, 2026 · 1 min read
Collection
The blades of grass lean together when the breeze remembers their names. Wildflowers lift their faces without asking who is watching. They
July 19, 2026 · 1 min read
"Sour Bourbon Madame...? We laugh. A warm wave flooded me like the rain flooded the Nile. "You are my Heroin.
July 19, 2026 · 1 min read
Maybe we broke out of our state of torment. But You condemned me to a prison of Desolation. Maybe in the next
July 19, 2026 · 1 min read