I need to stock up on soup. ‘Cause winter and soup are friends, and winter is coming, so I need to stock up on soup.   I’m thinking lentil soup. ‘Cause I’ve heard it’s...

Petals on a cherry tree, small pinks and whites on slender stems, vanish soon after bloom into the wind. Petals, barely captured for more than a week, before they fall and brown and decay into...

  Is freedom eternal or ephemeral? Fleeting or forever? Perhaps it is not beginning  But has always been Never needed to start  Never shall reach an end    Is it wrong...

Brilliant colors of the sunset melt  into the foliage of dying trees. Yellow, orange, red, purple, fade into drab browns, into different shades of gloom. Coffee-ground leaves  sink into...

Faces  I’ve had many names throughout the years  Years upon years of life leading to where?  A given, an asian, a secret, a self-proclaimed  Little cold, jewel bug are some of the few    I’ve...

  The grass is growing green again, as Spring returns, taking all of Winter’s rot, all what Winter wrought: the lost things, the cold things, the old things, the dead things. And...

  I have brought glory to Rome.   And though my friends have fallen, I bear no brute on my chest For I rise above them mercilessly,  It’s their final time to rest.   Julius...

  No magpies bridged the Milky Way, but this greater flame came and ate our nebula of simmering, shimmering miseries.   What are we now, void history?   Acid burned our hands...

“This isn’t thinking club. You’ve been thinking too long.” So what, buddy? What if I Want to think?  Except I keep going back to snails. Reminds me of My childhood.  I was told...

  Dies behemoth of the ocean Where it is cold and deep and open. Plunging past the twilight zone; Drifts where sun has never shone.   In abyssopelagic darkness, She intrudes...

you’re not falling, the leaves are. they’re tuning bright red like the pain that rages inside of you, but the difference is that they are rotting away and you are not. you are just beginning to bloom....