All Writing & Art, Poetry. Prose. Letters.

this collision

Gently now, dear one. Gently. Don’t you think we were always on our way here, here, to this place where grit and grace collide in equal space and time? We still have time, we have so much time. Don’t you think we were calling each other home somehow? A different home, but found through this… Continue reading this collision

All Writing & Art, Poetry. Prose. Letters.

be here with me

will you be here with me? let's not talk.  we don't even need to look at one another. as little as a gentle brush of my hand could be too extreme, igniting the currents that flow to my tender soul  (for today it is raw and exposed). i just need you to be here  with… Continue reading be here with me