Birdsongs

Crossings I can’t blink, can’t sleep For the beauty at my window. My eyes hurt with newness, Too much gone too quick to see. I ca...

Only those who sleep Watching you sleep, a child just like me, Vulnerable as a petal that floats into dreams. Calm strokes your c...

Rain Rain. Rain like you’ve never known, Rain that blurs the screen ahead: The unknown ahead. More rain. New rain, Hot...

Four Eighths I can’t write this poem; I wrote it last year. Wrote one the year before, and the year before so. Sitting in the gard...

Flying home for Christmas I'm heartsick for your arms around me Squeezing me like you'll never let go. Tears are lined u...

B.B I still think of you And it makes me warm What could have been Not always was, now never is. Your smile, your skin, The ...

I miss you. Proud: Who's proud What's proud Who can I make proud? That's what hurts - when I cry the most, When ...