Poetry
Schrödinger’s Day
A small breeze traveled through the meadowA shudder of a window, a sound from the chimes, and a wisp seen from below, Looking above a […]
The Past That Music Holds
Have you ever listened to a song? And then, when you listen to it again it’s no longer yours? It’s turned into something of theirs. […]
An Ode to Readers
Dear Readers I wish to to tell you a tale, and in every step of the way, I wish to surprise your mind I wish […]
An Ode to Authors
Can you begin to fathom the worlds you create? Can you begin to question the lives you may change? You immerse me deep inside your […]
Paint on My Fingers
in a box in my childhood room are drawingsi made when i was too young to understandthat the world isn’t always made of shades ofapricot […]
Ponderance
Ever flowing doubtIn all I feelI know I know no thingsOr at least, that’s how I feel No fact No truth No base To me […]