"And though smartphones bring you their Knock-Knock jokes and blackbelt karate moves, it’s not the same as feeling small arms wrap round your thighs and wet, drippy-nosed kisses on your lips..."
"I am grateful for the wind catching the stillness of the trees and making them sway"
"Some poems avoid you / and don’t bring a warm blanket / or soft sunrise at the end / just a reckoning of sorts..."
"These words are just the dust of the day, the breakage of thought that never got air time..."
