laughter spilling from mouths speaking poetry fluid as the Mississippi ballet dancers and hopeless romancers tough edge soldiers praying...

ocean calm and rain away the poetry is inside me today my heart beats thrice to pray and the summertime takes me away the breeze is here...

longing for the summer nights where everything was lost in crimson the sun’s persimmon on my lips possibility lying under the lunar...

the seeds still drip into the night at a loss for how to take care of you grief coming in waves of navigating blue hushing us quiet of...

there's a place down south a sea of wildflowers where the grass grows green and the weeds grow tall shards of glass lying there waiting...

and so the world is once more at my feet the sun has told me what you’ve been up to the moon always hushes her, telling her that i must...

my mind still wanders to what I felt peace once was. the season had just ended on an unexpected note, a note that seemed too heavy to be...

A man full of kindness, courage, and stories: my grandfather. Somewhere within the summers of being pulled in a little, red wagon, diving...