You May Encounter Happiness

Sometimes I think you are rain Falling and drying A sweet evaporation You the dandelion dream That blossomed into cotton sunbeams Then floated away I sometimes fall and leap and long For soap bubble moments I sometimes stretch my arms above the everyday rubble and try to grip my fingers around a cloud That silly…

Leafing Summer

Cold air creeps into an afternoon. The city promises to hatch Into holiday decorations And lights will bloom on street signs. And vines will sprout with orange and brown and gold

hieroglyphics of trauma

Like a moth Nearing the flame drawn, drawn, drawn But why Only tragedy dwells there But the tragedy takes up so much space in my mind and I fear inevitably it will swarm again And yet I dove Back to the cavern Where the hieroglyphics of trauma Leave indents in my ideologies And yet I…

Compass Roses

Sew initials into some newer canvas A different landscape of rolling unknown sweeping horizons A conversation uncovering different perspectives Peering under rocks where unknown animals inhabit other worlds Who are you? Sail your ship home. Navigating age. Navigating thought. Let’s map out a destiny. Let’s forecast our futures. Let’s be a let’s. I just want…