Memories on tracing paper

Your graphite smoothly traces along the figure of my soul Everywhere I go The world is graphite powder And my graphite stained fingers Are like an artist's With love, for a baby I always have a little bit of graphite When I look at my fingers A faint feeling In a palette of black and … Continue reading Memories on tracing paper


I miss you on many days, sometimes it’s an object, sometimes it’s something lost. My fringe covers my eyes and I dance wildly to the sound of waves, eyes closed. Where are you? I look at you, I look at you, I look at you again and again. The emotions pour gallons of milk, sometimes … Continue reading