poetry

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

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

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

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