Category: Poetry

A person, or a place, or an experience, that helps me to believe – just for a moment – that everything will be alright.

Beauty is the call that awaits a response.

The weightless touch of their flesh on our skin / is all we will ever know of beauty.

The world is a constant nonending explosion of beauty.

Beauty is a verb. Beauty happens. It happens to humans in condensed haiku-like moments.