when you are in love you gather piles of snowballs to throw at the world

it’s the most sincere thing I say I don’t know even though the “I” that lacks confidence should find a more accurate word to the negative...

one eye on the pattern a pause of the foot pump the rapid switch of spools she spikes a bright strand of yarn over a shiny metal barb on...

in a windless moment if trees turn the grass bows and flowers nod you have to wonder what just passed

If you knew your life was mere minutes from annihilation how would you spend those last few seconds? Isn’t love that talented and...

every so often I’ll take my coffee black and bitter no cream to bend the arrow’s shot towards its target no sugar to make it a glancing...

deep thinkers reflect inside mirrors we don’t see answers ask questions

it’s in every bird song you listen to if you don’t hear it I hope the one inside you looking out through the bars does

I heard someone died at another’s funeral arranging flowers

she bought me an Italian writing journal of archaeological leather in glyphic design with a biblical buff and a wrap strap to bind its...