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this isn’t a love poem

i just i want to tell you a story with daily happy endings with plot twists and hair wrapped around hands i want to be under a blanket with you protected and hidden alone...

the pacific coast highway not taken

When I was 25ish, and all pepper, no salt, I was writing screenplays constantly. Every waking hour basically. And when I wasn’t sitting at my computer, fingers dancing excitedly, I was jotting notes on...

maybe it’s about you

here’s the thing and you should pay attention no one has ever written a poem about being platonic except for maybe this one i suppose i’m an admirer let it be said on occasion...

the girl no longer in the silver dress

The sun let itself in, before the city noises arrived on a breeze, through the partially open French doors. The breeze is the tiniest bit cool. Just enough to let you know it’s there....

the girl in the silver dress

The setting sun begins to coat her as she stands on the balcony. A golden back light, surrounding without overpowering. The city background really is just that. He takes a picture with his phone....

the girl in the blue dress

The drive down to the beach at night is a bit of an ordeal. The road has been neglected for years. It’s pitch black. Pot holes are everywhere. And one lane is half washed...