100 word love story
“he loves me, he loves me not”: what a horrible cliche.
cosmic connection
and in that short second he felt heard
aloha
these moments that we cherish slink by softly
to my country ‘tis of thee
Women are warriors that battle better together
ode to sleep
quiet souls begging their minds to hibernate until tonight begins again at dusk
blackberries
blackberry stained lips and satin slippers went up and never came down. 
the soul of a poet
teach me the grasp of love, like you teach your stubborn boys, full of bravado and boiling defiance
life preserver
i howl at the moon like an ailing fox
living and breathing
where the ceiling becomes a book that is dying to be read
marketplace
to the tune of the sun tacitly arising, living only in my dreams 
rosary pleads
papa prays for me and my mind
playing dead
it was paralyzing to be freely alive yet still camouflaged in surrender
*your standard steps
dad and me and you, your standard steps were all i knew, it was a small world in which i lived
dear mama…
you smile at my smile as if i am gold and plated ready to be served
an open letter to you and your mind
the days when your bed is quicksand and you are sinking will go away and the sun will rise again
enraptured oasis
crowded skies make way for king-sized lies
trivial pursuit
cottonmouth carpeted with sticky stutters
naked and afraid
but if you are there if you are listening i want to know why i why i need to do the things that i do
i come in threes
it is not superstition, it is much more than that
my 100 word love
But, it was that smile I couldn’t contain that spread across my lips