Bits and Pieces

my dreamcatcher~captures all of me~soothes the dark of me~basks in the light of me~slides the best of me~down his feather hands~back into me

When you feel homesick not for a place, but for a person.

It’s difficult to go from everything to some, isn’t it? The slope toward nothing is too steep.

night stopped short ~ at the sight ~ of dawn’s beauty

When you take the wrong train on purpose, because taking the right one your whole life got you nowhere.

The part of his heart open to her was so tiny she could not fit. So she made herself small, less than. And then he didn’t want her anymore.

you yin yang me ~ with pleasure and pain ~ hope and despair

the heat of that last breath ~ before lips meet

smoking these pipe dreams to ash #sixwords

at the gas station ~ a poem arrived ~ so I scribbled it on a dollar bill ~ and promptly ~ spent it