Yesterday’s sun

Be easy

Be gentle

And soft

She’s like the sunrise

The full moon

The water is soft

And she pulls all of my aching

Bones back in

And I struggle

Because this is difficult for me

I shouldn’t need help

But she’s there again

In the morning

And we find a rhythm

of keeping eachother

Soft and gentle

The world is harsh

And sharp edges

Be soft

Oh heart

Your love can still endure

I speak to you in poetry

I write to you in French

I look at you with pain in my eyes

Because of things I’ve seen

But I will try to be vulnerable

And soft

And home

Where you can rest

You cannot live on yesterday’s sunrise

So I will meet each day



Maybe there’s a moment

Maybe there’s a chance

Maybe there’s an open road

Where you can

Drive to rest


I know you’ve been here before

I know you watched all the leaves

Let go

A silent pain

Finally relieved

Quiet like poetry

Behind closed eyes


And if I am that broken

Just sweep me to the side

I will come back

In the winter

With the snow and ice

After the mud and rain

When everything is new


And maybe even I

Won’t recognise myself


I won’t remember

This pain

This lonely



There is a moment


There is a chance

Early in the morning

When the light is just right

The mountains let go

Of the trees

And all of their bleeding hearts

Change colour

A silent pain

Finally relieved

Quiet like poetry

I write

Behind my closed eyes


Summer storms
Building energy
Time and space
Shattered smiles
Worn out miles
Held breath
across the room
Electric energy
Corners of her smile
On shadow
Skin on skin
Electric finger tips
Hot language
Heavy air
Held breath
A thousand miles
Shattered skies
Rain on the window
Held breath
Hand in hand
Silk sheets
Bit lips
A thousand galaxies
On the corner of her lips
Shadow on shadow
Come apart
Read like
In my hands
On my tongue
Summer storm
Built up energy
Come on out
Let yourself go
Fall apart
Come again


I’m building a dream
All shot out
This year is just a paragraph in the novel of our lives
We’ve lived for politics
And war
Dead presidents
I’m not afraid of your doomsday clock
I’m building a dream
red dress
Diamond eyes
She’s moonlight on water
You can still hold moonlight
You can still
Live for art
You can finish the poem
You can dream
You don’t have to be what
They said you were
Moonlight on water
Diamond eyes
This is your life
This is your time

Bleeding ink 1,603

All the lights burn down low

Candles in a beating storm

All the words you try to speak


All the world

This room

Filling with water

There is no room here

No air

All the light has left

There is no devil

Only you

There is no hell

Only here

There is no heaven

Just the fiction we convince ourselves

So we can die in some kind of comfort some kind of peace


There is a frustration

There is an aggravation

There is this migration

You cannot change someone

You cannot expect love

Where there was no love before

So why are you surprised

When there is no empathy


The world broke

Whatever light was left

Is now gone

Whatever was soft grass

Is now a bitter root

The light by the candle

Has finally left

Whatever was flaming youth

Is burned ash

I am done

I am broke

I am gone