A Drive in August

The end of summer And flashes of lightening Loom in the horizon The smell of smoke Billows from grills And friendly porches Windows rolled down The Front Bottoms Blaring through our speakers August’s dewy heat In this moment Feels like comfort SWD 08/2019 Advertisements

I don’t tell you enough

You are so beautiful But I don’t tell you enough I silently admire from afar You make me so happy But I don’t tell you enough All the ways you’ve touched my heart You are so loved But I don’t tell you enough Just how incredible you are SWD 08/2019 Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

Lay It All on the Table

I haven’t laid this cloth in a while As I smooth down the creases And straighten the edges My eye catches stains left from previous feasts And I think about the first time I used this table I had no clue what I was doing No linen atop, just bare wood Oh how I tarnished…

Cut My Hair

I cut my hair So I don’t need anyone to hold it back On nights when I’ve drank too much to forget you I cut my hair Which then cut my showers in half So I don’t have enough time to reminisce The feeling of your palm pressed to my damp skin Or my fingers…

My Thousand Yard Stare

I would depict my consciousness As a smaller version of me Sitting behind my eyes’ lenses Observing everything they see I would depict my anxiety As a grey and monstrous storm Lying dormant in the shadows Until something upsets the norm Then with lightening in its veins And gangling long appendages It wraps up my…

Same Tension

I wonder if you feel the same tension In this roughly 700 square foot apartment, as I can The same serenity settling your mind When you find me asleep on the couch The same butterflies in your stomach When I flash a sleepy grin in the morning The same desire to be the bottles or…


We often joked about dying in a spaceship together Wrapping up our wanderlust-filled adventures With the most exciting one of them all Our eyes have cherished the moon At her most brilliant moments And we’ve kissed beneath her loving glow More than I could have hoped when we met But less than I still desire…


I’ve been counting the grains on this shore Hoping we can share just as many seconds With the size of this beach We should have all the time in the world But I can’t seem to keep you or the sand From slipping through my fingers SWD 07/2019

Rebel Child

My father always Wanted daughters for they are “Easier to raise” But I’ve always been A rebel child as proof of What chaos we make SW 05/2018 Updated 07/2019