Poems from words.like.fireflies
I didn't used to feel this cold. I was the kind of kid that kept summer within them. I went barefoot through the snow, I wore shorts late...
‘Today’ my mother says, triumphant, ‘we are bottling peaches’.
When I ask why, my mother tells me that it is ‘our tradition’
As though I...
I still see the same faces everyday, but something has changed in yours.
Maybe I'm watching too closely for some sign of you missing me...
I am convinced that part of me has always belonged to you. Before we met I walked around with an empty hole somewhere between my lungs and...
if the eyes are windows
to the soul
then perhaps
mouths are like chimneys
words trailing
like smoke
leaving a gentle pathway
to the heart.