It is not the pulse of the oars 

dragging into

deep and

shattering still

to stir.

It is not the 
slide that brings you
forwa...

There is a relief

in having

your smallness

laid out

before you. 

Walls will find us in this life 

walls and fences and so many reasons

to give up,

give in.

It is up to us,  and only us,

to cl...

Days, moments, years…
clock movements interrupted 
or
oiled 
by
people, 
events,
choices,
and the inner voice that speaks...

What would they say,

the words,

all the words,

if allowed to fall upon paper

as they fall upon my heart?

Droplets of my soul

...

And so, there it lies,
soaked in mud
of angry heart
and victim mind,
spread like a blanket
beneath feet
that thrive on
...

Such are
 the matters

that shatter our understanding, 

shake our foundation, 
break our hearts.

Such are
 the matters
...

I want to go there, to lands across oceans…
lands of cyprus green air and 
dirt roads that cloud a memory path 
as you bu...