I am a series of creeks Flowing, flowing, flowing Into other people Malleable, impressionable I see parts of myself in every person I’ve known I have dripped on you and for that I am sorry I have penetrated your skin – I have twisted myself into your cells Our hearts beat in unison I have … Continue reading Creek


I often think of all the people that lived here before us I see them walk around our rooms I see them smile and wink and nod off to sleep In the same places we dream And plan I see them sitting by the fireplace, laughing Living effortlessly in the place that we worked so … Continue reading House