poetry

(solstice companion) Walking hand-in-leash  On our dark winter street  Trusting my toes, his nose To guide us safely home @paige.

(a letter to my best friend’s mom) Dear Linda, If you’re reading this letter, then the ducks -

(glass-half-full) i'm not a glass-half-full kind of person i'm a vessel that's been dropped

(afternoon delight) 2 o'clock  on a Friday at home in golden October we break in the kitchen as