Will you be my jacaranda in October? Maybe it’s fall because the leaves are falling. Maybe it’s fall because I am falling. Maybe it’s spring because we say it is. A time to be alive, to...

I never tried to capture the sound of you, no music ever could. Even my greatest words fall short and memories, however cherished, feel painfully cheap. They all...

Oktobermaand is Pretoria showered in carpets of violet. Take me to the Southern hemisphere so that you and I can bathe once more in Spring where everything turns....

I grieve for the old man who isn't old at all, but his heart is wrinkled with pain. He is dying inside. How quickly a beam of sunshine...

You, as embodied by thought and memory, lurk in the shadows to emerge in those rare moments. Humble in your beauty you are everpresent, since become a...

Even more prominent yet is the space in my hurt. The raw, the waiting. For my penpal who doesn’t exist. For my reader who doesn’t...

In the walls of my prison even my greatest days turn to dust. The silence grows deafening, even beyond all exhaustion there is no...

I see the forests worshipped in their tall grandeur shading families from the scorching sun... From Colombia to Lenapehoking, this is Home 

The deep clouds have brought their storms, both destruction and nourishment bring about change, for one must die to be reborn

If we were given free will, then love is the most deviant defiance of the gods. For in the wake of its magnitudes, the significance of any questioning erodes, and the only path that remains is the acceptance of...

Are you my princess or my dark knight? Are you watching me from your towers afar as I worship your memory ever vivid?What I would give to see you smile not one...

A ship that spends its existence anchored in place will never fulfill its destiny, never to set sail on the wild tides... Will you

You gave me the gift of hope. My life without you is a garden in summer, not in spring. You are the rainbow on a misty day, the delicate breeze caressing my face, the gentle...

I, who give too much to this world of endless need, when my shoulders grow weary from the weight of change you give me wings to fly and light up my eyes. You are my hope...

I follow my heart and it shows me things I never knew was possible, because the heart is far more intelligent than the mind

Weaving through time, I see all the eras of me longing to know someone like you. I see us running together from year to year not heading anywhere in particular but hand in hand until my bones are too old to run and I would...

The silver hairs and lines in their skin make them even more beautiful, knowing we have shared all these years together

Hello my stranger. My not-stranger. It’s easy to see your pain and scars as you bask in moonlight and hide in the dark. I don’t see purple: you are the color of dark chocolate and ebony, or the dazzling night sky...

The wind sends her whispers... Traveling through time itself to speak wisdoms and fill our hearts, we stood there listening to this language

The Rain Dancer and the Fire Sprite, the most perfect duet: our feet kiss the Earth, the wind sings in our ears, rain drops dance on the