fallen fates
Against all my heart has loved I hold a difference and a debt
Tag: writing
throwback: 1988: wildcards were made for mixed hands
I have exactly three cardboard boxes that smell of musty rental storage.
sail, against whatever wind
I don’t dare care. Against what they say, I know.
in the meantime
My heart abruptly, but softly, suggests, “Tell her.”
snellen’s snare
The past is a curious optic.
suncatcher
And wheels within wheels is each cloud rolling across her eyes as they uplift…
a sailor’s dream
…it’s okay for my heart to have a few irreconcilable differences with my mind…
