“Dear Sir,”

There is sanctity in oxygen, a saintly creation in exhalation There is exaltation in forgetting rumination and finding quiet, A slumber that slips deeply through the mud filled dredges of my soul, Here, the badgers and moles do not dig for they know that the earth is Holy. There is autonomy in morality, pick the … Continue reading “Dear Sir,”

Finding Silence

To live in a shell, the shell of a nut, a dark brown walnut, The kind you would brush as a stain on a hand carved, wooden lock. Locked down inside, breath trapped, a cage with no lid. Heterogeneous contents with human soul and a chatter-tap heart Mouth sewn shut to the reverb of sound. … Continue reading Finding Silence


Fierce, Showing a heartfelt or powerful intensity, The only true determiner of a reciprocation in propensity, Fierce He kissed her with a fierce and fiery passion, Some things are better off described with violent adjectives of action. Far better to say that in this case it’s not about the couple at all, For the movement … Continue reading Fierce