I eat apples and pears
Speak in a quiet loud voice
A train snakes through the window
Will I rise from this bed
Night bathes me in its colors
Words Will Find a Way
Why does the wind feel like rain
I am done with poems
The pain is my friend
Take my ticket, fly to Spain
Lorca, the man, the moon
Limbo
There are so many of you
I need my space
Every day the sky falls on my head
The doctors say I’m already dead
Surprised by all the voices
The Rules Have Changed
Five lines + a title
remind me
I am no longer young
Words burn brighter briefly
in the dark.