4 am

4 am

4 am The pause Pitch black Eerie silent Darkest hour And no one moves Or feels Or hears Or sees It is a hidden hour A time to turn away Too bleak Too black Without soul Utterly exposing Is it strange? So very peculiar? How much I love you, 4 am? Your silence Crisp,...
Very Human

Very Human

I’m a crumbly little thing A recipe missing a key ingredient Stumbling Fumbling Clumsy and foolish But I know Later in the silence In the midnight hour Reviewing Filtering Like a photo Editing Like an essay Cringing at that “one thing” That one...