When the power goes off   in the mountains we snuggled close, letting the electricity of bodies light up  the room brighter  than any fire...

  There are not   enough fingers or toes to  count how much  you tickle me — April PAD day 12 - counting poem 

  When they tell you   to make art of your pain they don’t tell you that you’re going to feel it so deeply that it rewrites your insides  li...

I took your words as  promises, as plans,  but they were just possibilities  — April PAD Day 6 - a blank poem 

Catching up with you is  like catching butterflies elusive and brief but beautiful  __ April PAD day 4 - “catch up” poem 

have I let myself  be rooted in the  shade of others?  Have I turned my leaves  toward any shiny object  mistaking it for sun?  Do the twist...