I am an abandoned lake, Seething and foaming with anger, As people pass by without so much as a glance, The way they do with sadness, That makes them uncomfortable.

Love did this to me. Say it slowly, Say it like a confession, Say it like a wound you keep touching just to prove it’s real. Love did this to

Playing the Devil’s Advocate You say pain has waylaid you, Robbed and injured you, With malicious vigor, Left you broken and despairing. That it has taken your joy, And damaged

I often think about the anatomy of the heart: the four chambers working tirelessly to keep us alive, the carefully positioned valves to ensure the efficient sync of blood flow

The mist comes in from the Atlantic slowly, As if it has nowhere else to be. It moves over the hills, Through the gorse turned grey, And settles without asking