my reflection and I do not behave the way mirror images ought we do not face each other glassed twins one of us safely contained in a liquid silver pool instead we stand shoulder to shoulder in an empty room we do not touch but stare in opposite directions studiously avoiding eye contact neither of … Continue reading Mirror Images
unwrapping you thrill of opening new box of crayons curated my favorite colors you taste Granny Smith Apple Plum Wild Strawberry Jazzberry Jam your vibrancy Razzmatazz Radical Red Scarlet Cerise your soul Forest Green Pine Green Midnight Blue Periwinkle Blue Bell Royal Purple Wisteria our night music Outer Space Silver Black Robin Egg Blue Cerulean … Continue reading Color You Mine
it is a stretch for me to reach out across this shifting distance this shaky ground hand extended toward you a journey across a deep chasm for me to say aloud even in a whisper I need I want I do not like to need to want to admit any vulnerability any Achilles heel my rigid armor … Continue reading Vulnerability
when my brain goes haywire I think I must have developed late-onset sensory integration disorder the sun burns my eyes the birds chirp their Spring songs much too loudly for me other's coffee which I usually covet overwhelms me with its roasted aroma I admire the way that liberated warm weather dresses swing down Locust … Continue reading Sensory Integration
my reflection and I do not behave the way mirror images ought we do not face each other glassed twins one of us safely contained in a liquid silver pool instead we stand shoulder to shoulder in an empty room we do not touch but stare in opposite directions studiously avoiding eye contact neither of … Continue reading Mirror Images (revisited)
Brave & Reckless 