Monday, December 7, 2020


i have no answers
and tomorrow
the same

so i will rest
my head upon this pillow
and pray
in this uncertain space


find the beauty, if you can

there is no highway
no autobahn for the winding
road that is grief


at home

we speak of aloneness
as a wretched thing to be feared

when quite simply

it is the closest we will ever be
to the stars and ourselves


let’s heal one another

i walked with nature
bare-faced and full of ache

she leaned in a bit closer and said
you are no different than me

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #21