They sayyou don’t know what you haveuntil it’s gone.I’ve always wonderedwhat that says about the living.What…

When I look at you,my thoughts become a thousand birds,frantic in flight,wings beating against the inside…

You wrote me a novelafter months of silence.Not love letters.Autopsy notes.Pages of explanations,fear dressed up as…

You tell me I’m beautiful.Not casually.Not carelessly.You say it with such certaintythat for a whileI mistook…

Today I looked upand couldn’t look away.The sky was so blue.Or maybe it has always been…

There are birds that arrive with thunder.Birds draped in bright feathers,demanding the sky remember their names.The…