[nothing with you has been enough]

nothing with you has been enough at 2 AM, to an audience of bricks, I can be honest with my heart and if I sit here long enough, a prayer might stumble in - something akin to what moths find in porch-light - I have … Continue reading [nothing with you has been enough]


love, in summation

one by one, when you are most likely to be unsuspecting, I make them - these petal-gestures, trifling bright, scraps with some perhaps deeper meaning one day - maybe - you'll be struck by revelation, with unexpected math © Sarah Whiteley


these things have collected me - endless books, unworn shoes, pots I split my self between them - fingers holding open pages, a close eye kept on the pot one day I'll evict them though maybe not quite all - save perhaps a favorite but … Continue reading cluttered