
hate is an ember
that burns only who holds it
let go and you’ll heal

it is raining now
it has never really stopped
like tears from that day

smell of evergreen
in a November forest
can take you back home

night comes earlier
snot runs down my nose as quick
streetlights guide me home

summer is closing
September trips at its door
a fall worth taking

A blinking cursor
the heartbeat of a writer
stories forever