poem thirty one.

coldplay is drowning out the neighbors shouting screaming not coldplay but the neighbors muffled words garbled grumbles are a nightlight too bright coldplay is just right good night

poem thirty.

moving a million miles an hour to a sudden stop heart pierced by a glass wall and that one thought a rejuvenating breath shards in flight water rippling in reply to a stone exploding transparent as your emotions lay a heart on your...

poem twenty eight.

poetic restraint even silence is poetry sometimes one word is too much like typewriter keys and rain in the trees your steady breathing in place of words too harsh i sleep