Xanadu
 

There it was… the lines from my forgotten book. Written by a fountain pen— beginning to break free. The glass cage— seemingly...

Your eyes… The ice crystals in your eyes. Their faint hue of spring’s blossoming leaves. The way you blink, The sadness and coldness in...

Like the whispering wind— it’s sly and cunning. Sometimes it’s a dreadful draft And tiny marks appear on your sensitive skin. At other...

Very few can survive in a place where there is nothing. In nothing, I thrive. Empty space, dry cracked rock under my feet, surrounded...

when you cannot flower, you learn how to cling. unrelenting, i exist in moisture. my shallow roots make me seem easy to discard— but...

Sunflower in a field of roses. The long stem creeping out, showing its face to the world. Realizing it's the odd one out—accepts pain....

You are a camellia potted on a Steinway basking in my nocturnes. To baptize you is to ruin my vintage black lacquer. Even still, I love...

I check the weather app— cloudy. I stuff my bag with supplies in preparation: two jackets, an umbrella, and a spare, just in case. I...

She sits alone in the waiting room — Her leg bounces in an anxious cadence. Every so often a ringing phone joins her ong in uncanny...

What if I was your river In which you dip your hands and take sips, Letting myself drip down your chin back into myself. At times I am...