Your Hands; Your Eyes

Your hand was meant to hold mine, I thought, the first time your hand found mine. Your palm was so…

Collections I.-III.

A conversational narrative poem written in three parts…I think. It could just be a short story, but it’s not just…

New Video – Alone

An emotional, mostly unscripted but hopefully encouraging talk about that universal pain – isolation. I’ve been collecting people’s stories to…