Periwinkle and golden orange. Crisp as a golden delicious. Smells like new notebooks, Fresh markers, postered hallways. Gleams like...

My deep, centering breath pulls in dark smells of fog and fresh wood. I exhale and lay on my back, as I wrap my heart around what I know....

The other night I drank a mule with you In the warm glow of a lonely wooden bar On a funny triangular corner Down my street, Strung with...

The snow day. A sabbath day For a busy world That no longer rests on the weekends. The Lord covers the earth In a heavy white blanket...

Sometimes you can’t ignore it. Sometimes it is just there. Rain patters on the windows, As if to say “let me in From the darkness...

My boots clunk down a long empty city street – Asphalt discolored and weathered with age. My clothes rustle softly against each other,...