Home with Celeste

at first i felt alone nothing but quiet to fill the bedroom my company the occasional hum of the a/c the rattling of the cat’s collar i...

mostly thankful fully okay with my today even a little hope for tomorrow the sun’s touch turns my head up with its warm hand beneath my...

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,...

I remember not being able to look at people in the eyes. Maybe if I don’t look at them, then they won’t look at me. I had become my acne....