Poetry

Reminder

Every morning we wake up, greeted by a dawn we can’t control. Yet the beauty of sunrise is anticipated, celebrated. Perhaps morning is a reminder of our lack of control. Perhaps we too much strive for control, even after sunset. Shall we celebrate our freedom from choices we don’t have to make? Shall we anticipate… Continue reading Reminder

Poetry

Hole

the unraveling stars illuminate our darkest skies with intensity and heat and frictional waves that encircle our deepest centers without wind to guide or storms to push yet are storms we understand not and lead us not into our temptations or into their temptations the lengths of which we cannot fathom for we keep only… Continue reading Hole