Home with Celeste

everyone has a story destination tomorrow i watch their eyes as they watch their hands as they gesture stories as they paint memories...

I am going to begin a series of posts in which I find a location. Stop. Sit. And write a poem start to finish based off of what I see,...

“shhhh be quiet… just listen” the water was rushing rocks cutting through the rapids night echoing the stream i tried my best to listen...

First, grab a Sharpie. Full of ink. Black as night. Then, find a newspaper or old book and tear out a page. Smooth it out flat and start...

open lands before me though hastening footsteps hurry to follow; to line my breaths with worry i hesitate in traveling onward looking...

there isn’t much to see up there are only distant colors all of the blues, yellows the clouds cover it all up they keep things in...