Mr. Walker

He asks the real questions wants my truth Nora warms my lap and purrs, mirrors my heart, And when he asks if I'm afraid of him I lie and say no. How could I not be afraid of a soul who refills that creative void that had been quietly chipping away at me? What sort …

Eye Contact

The moment when you make (unplanned) eye contact with someone, a jolt goes through you. Why is that? Are the eyes the window to the soul, as we've been told all this time? Are you simply surprised to find that someone is seeking your attention? Are you jumpy and frightened to make a connection, and …

Selectively Social?

I have begun a social experiment. Over the past few weeks, my hand has been unconsciously reaching for my iPhone every few minutes (if not every minute). As embarrassing as it is to admit, I've decided that speaking about it openly will allow me to overcome my addiction. Hey, everyone, I'm Esther. It's been two …

Ocean Eyes

Poem for an old love. No regret for love, for art, for connection. it's kind of stupid how much i love you. your ocean eyes sparkle as you look at me focusing all of your attention laughing when i crack a joke understanding what i'm saying even when no sound leaves my lips. as we …