Different

We all

want

love,

purpose,

good food,

and understanding,

yet we

somehow

manufacture

differences

between us.

Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XVI

“I hate people”

I whisper,

as I again

reach out

for

connection,

a desperate

paradox.

Touchstone Tuesday: Poem VI

It’s not that most connections

carry no love;

it’s that so many loves

can exist only in one space —

can survive only at the bar

or breathe only within an app.

To uncover a connection

worth pursuing

is to find a love that can flourish

at home

and in the streets —

Saturday night

and Sunday morning.