Disposable Camera

There‚Äôs a camera in the back of my closet On top the faded photographs and written notes Boxes covered with layers of dust All of the letters that we sent back and forth Remnants of what never was – Echoes of those ghosts Images burning away in my mind Like they did in the grass […]

Heat Death

The stars scream out in a song of infant fire No more time left for a power any higher Moving in a dance of renewal and change Doing their best to tend the beat of the flame Taking their time to give us the world Carried upon their back – Into the swirling light, out […]