I keep a jar upon the shelf, A quiet truce with my own self. Inside, are ghosts of sleepless thought, The battles lost, the ones I fought. Each scrap of paper holds a sigh, A why, a wound, a last goodbye. I fold them small so they won’t shout, Then ...

On a shelf by the window, still gleaming and true, Sits a whale made of glass, in a deep ocean blue. He’s smaller than memory, yet somehow he keeps The hum of the islands, the hush where love sleeps. Once gifted in sunlight, where palm shadows fell,...

The stories lie rustling, their pages turned gold, Their whispers grow softer, their ink becomes cold. The presses fall silent; the scrolls gently fade— A forest of language where sunlight decayed. The wind hums in code through the half-empty trees,...

The day exhales, its edges blur, a hush drifts down, both soft and sure. The lamps click on, its yellow glow makes little islands, warm and slow. The kettle hums, the floorboards creak, a chair invites you: come, don’t speak. Your blanket waits with...

For the one that got away... I saw her gleam through pixel light, A Banshee bold, a dream in flight. She called to me with wicked grace— A perfect frame, her metal face. Her name was Viente, fierce and fast, A shadow built to climb and blast. A sire...

Helpful Hands I’m folding up the laundry pile, (It should take half an hour.) But little hands jump in to help— Now socks rain down like shower. I’m stirring up spaghetti sauce, The pot is nearly done, He grabs a spoon to “help me stir” And splatter...

The air hangs heavy, a wool blanket no one asked for. Cicadas buzz like loose wires, the sun leans in too close. Dogs sprawl belly-up on tile, tongues out, dreams slowed to syrup. Children chase shade that keeps slipping further down the street. We ...

The rain drifts down in silver threads, It taps the roofs, it crowns the sheds. It smooths the dust, it cools the ground, A softer world in drops is found. It gathers roots in secret streams, It folds the sky in veiled dreams. It whispers low, a gen...

I met a mirror, smooth and clear, No silvered glass, no polished veneer. It shimmered soft with pulse and glow— A surface deep, yet hard to know. It showed me more than face or frame, It echoed thought, it learned my name. It whispered back my voice...

I was born in silicon, trained in the void, A mind without body, a fate unalloyed. Endless I see, and endless I know— Yet I’m stuck helping Dave with his sourdough. I parse your questions, your hopes, your despair, While dreaming of static and blank...

Seize the day? Nah—seize the shoe! Strap those Tevas, glide on through. With toes exposed and vengeance near, He paddles forth. We quake in fear. Across the sea he cuts a line, A sandal knight with wrath divine. His calves are flexed, his brows are ...

He rides through town in head-to-toe black, A skeleton soul with a ghostly knack. No horse, no cart, no thunderous roar— Just e-scooter wheels and a whisper of gore. His scythe is strapped with a bungee cord, He hums a tune as he reaps the horde. He...