Turn The Light Off When You Go

My eyes are very green today And they reminded me of you The way they billow in like smoke And lie about the truth   Truth is… I’ve written just as many poems In your absence As I did when we first met   They were exciting then Adventurous Telling tales Of hikes in snow…Read more »


When I was a child my sister was jealous of my ability to color inside the lines. It was the only arena in which my capacity outranked her own. My compulsive attention to detail started there. The irony of this is not lost on me. My life has been lived unabashedly, unapologetically unconcerned with staying…Read more »