SEPTEMBER

SEPARATION

PTSD

I heard the ECHOES of your footsteps as you walked away into the gray They were swiftly followed by...

Suffocating

I’m running out of words for you in case you haven’t noticed.   They don’t come quickly anymore and...

Oceans

The twilight breaks, the ocean crashes, salty hair, dry lips, wetsuit rashes. Sea life glows underneath the surface, barnacles,...

Their Age

While sea stars bask in the morning glory And dying light of each day’s passing, The elderly spend their...