baby, i’ve got a secret
but someone must have said that secrets are like a disease
they haunt, they infect, and
they gnaw your bones
All in Literature
Let Go
This picture is my starting point when I’m told “let go, man;” / it’s a sunset in Suomenlinna / Island: a navy ragged bed,
Freedom
She could hear the whistles of the trains coming and going, but the deafening roar of a crowd had not reached her yet. The crisp air around her smelled like the looming winter, but that did not matter to her anymore. She was free at last.
God is a Rock in the Bottom of a Pond
This poem explores how the enigmatic, uninterested environment seems deaf to give answers to the afflicted spirit.