Their Favorite Words

100 years from now I hope my words grace the tongues of men and women yearning to speak their truth ________ 100 years from now with tea and fresh flowers or on a subway, clutching tight the words, steadying their day ________ 100 years from now on yellowed paper and bent pages tucked away between […]

MirrorW

4am scribbles are where I leave you hidden because our demons needed distance the beautiful disaster the ebb and flow the tide that takes us both ________________ The face that reverberates in the dark the maleficent muse, that never amends try to write you out of my blood follow you in again a rabbit hole […]