“the leaves hold secrets
fixed in cracks beyond our time…”

“…She nurtures our vast, growing tree
And I am her deep—endless river”

"True courage stands tall..."

“time screams merciless
vindictive boulders
crushing worn fingers…”

An Imayo poem about moving on from the past and learning to embrace love's new hopes

“in the end—we realize we never noticed the beauty

—because we were too busy trying to create it “

“I climb my speckled tomes of granite—yet

I have never been that good at emojis”

“my spirit likes to drift lost
in these liquid labyrinths
of finely carved nature”