10 Second love story: “Tie-Dyed tomorrow”

  Deep in a well called yesterday your love letters to me water damaged and smelling like the year before last are attached with twigs to the mossy stone wall attempting to dry while the fairy tale’s damp blue ink separates on the pages surrounding me with a tie-dyed tomorrow absent of us for now,…

Poetry / “Franklin’s Kite”

Like I suppose Columbus held while he sailed the ocean blue, I try to locate you with a brass compass.   Like I’ve seen Gandhi wear, while nonviolently battling the Brits, I battle old photos through clear round gold frames   Like I learned da Vinci designed, in between the helicopter and scuba gear, on…