Category: Poet-tree

Reminders I let my flowers die; they needed to be watered. I knew they needed to be watered, so why did I let them die? At first I fed themContinue readingWithering Flowers and Withering People

Elsewhere Nowadays, I only feel when my lips find those of a stranger’s or when I drift away at night to a world that isn’t here. My dreams take meContinue readingSolace Found in Bed