…Are ‘there’. — My easiest person to love is Odie. If you know her, you’ll love her too. Odie smiles at me in the dark. I mean in the dark, dark. Odie is smart, she’s soft-spoken, She’s wise. She knows everything. Many years ago, tragedy visited. It found me hiding in the business…

A Poem — A Love exists, that digs so deep into your heart, You wonder if it will meet an end. A fullness surrounds your mind, That rubbishes the need for food and water. And light, and air. …

…And Me. — Pidgin refers to English words I am pronouncing incorrectly. It is a language structured the way I want it, As opposed to the way you understand it — Which is why I messed with the words in the first place. One’s ability to understand the language is based more dependently On how often they have crossed paths with its promoters and ambassadors, Than it is on their great mastery of its mother language.

Congratulations. — Tough as a person, Caring as a daughter, Present as a sister. Generous as a human, Dependable as a companion, Admirable as a friend. Giving as a partner, Compassionate as a sweetheart, Soft. In celebration of the bride you were, Congratulations. In appreciation — an early appreciation — of the wife you'll be, Well Done.

180 Days, My Love. — She walked up the three steps in her green nail polish And paused in drama, Allowing the sun to worship her from head to slipper-tips. When she bounced in carrying nothing but the sunglasses on her face, I smiled. It seemed like a triumph, that her boyfriend of six months was finally rolling her boxes…

…In my right hand. — Temperature constant at 41 degrees for three days straight. Something is not right. There is 23, 650 francs under the mattress, 5000 more in the right pocket of the purse, and 13,000 francs is owed to her. …

Poem I have recently begun to enjoy the sunset. I don't see it, but I love its presence. Why won’t I? It is indeed the easiest part of my day. Many nights, I refuse to reflect. …

A Poem — I pray I Never become So Knowledgeable About Any Subject That I Loose The Ability To Explain It .

Too many angry people around. I edit my social media posts, More carefully than I edit my school papers. Everyone is bitter about something. We’re not really sure what it’s about, But they are way too generous with their rage. Social media has not been social for a while. Signing up…