Apr 16, 2019the rowIt is not the pulse of the oars dragging into deep and shattering still to stir. It is not the slide that brings you forward and back,...
Sep 18, 2018in this placeHastening river and hushed mossy green, you, unaware of my presence, unconcerned with my adoration. My heart abundant and unscarred,...
Dec 6, 2017crossing linesHe sits across from me today, I saw his story last week as well, only from a safer distance. There is sadness in his eyes, an emptiness...