Nothing is what it appears,A fact consecratedIn my mind. I desire to believeIn fairytales andHidden worlds. Be it not for the lessonFollowing each mortal man,In the crushing black of life: Not every heartacheIs meant to be fixedWith a wave of magic wands. Or tucked away into closetsHiding from ghostsAnd monsters buried within. “Life is not ...

Mark Twain once asked who had the sympathy to pray for the devil, but I find it hard to pray for someone that routinely hides my mustard at three a.m.  It’s always a jarring shift, leaving the bar after closing and tapping up the stairs to my loft apartment. The music is no more, and ...

How can I start to describehow I feel aboutyou without sounding love prone? Shot by Cupid’s arrowA sickness of the heart You remind me of honeyDivine radiance You set the standardfor summertime love. Graceful disembarks,No sign of a quick trip Honeydew and salted hairChildren of the water see the world differently Love stained clothes,They cling ...