Reading Around Archives

When I look beyond the dusty brush and see a red branch shining through a meadow of green, or stumble upon a path of tulips bending through [...]

January 11, 2015

Equinox Night hawks and listless hours, the flush of warmth to flesh of petals turns stale and crumble. This year is no different than [...]

November 30, 2014

Broken Places I I wake mid sleep from the soft slap of your hand. Draped beads clack against the closet door as the waves from the sound [...]

October 5, 2014