It hurts to keep hanging out next to never. A shadowed position that feels safer in a life where reactions are unpredictable. Whose precise language has factory stamped the pain, and the person who lives with the ache. The one that carries the experiences, the…

Despair isn’t a one feeling show. A single color. A solo word. A sole moment.  Nor one of a kind. As a darkness that doesn’t watch its mouth even in the light. Love isn’t a single proof of something. A monochromatic approach. Equally yoked everywhere. Congruent…

Words hold the power of the writer. Made through lists honoring the details. Known and unknown in both love and hate. Embraced, this way or on that path. Blurred in the gaps of confusion and pain. Adapted for and left out of consideration. Sewn by presence and…

There is a particular word over here. It doesn’t wait for some moment.  Doesn’t care about the weather. Doesn’t know moderation. Doesn’t care what it represents. And it doesn’t fear the dark. Now that word is over there. Still not focused on some moment. It…

Feelings are felt. Reflections occur. And hope steps in for wishes to make a difference. But nothing changes, and so the argument continues. Another day has passed. There are occasional curves. And the house shutters the sorrow. But nothing changes, and so the…