Tag: poem

The Spark of Life

When life ends in its infancy, what is left to show it was there?

Colored Pencil

Black letters bringing so much color to my world

Fair Skin (a poem)

It is hard not to bear your soul through translucent skin.

Same Number

I may not call. I may not text. But I keep the same number. To see what’s next.

Asphalt Tide

On the highway The moon sitting atop a distant bridge Slowly pulling us forward On a tide of asphalt Street lights flash past Dashes become one line But the moon never changes