You’re overthinking, he’s not even thinking

the soft pink underside of the clouds

Today, you can have the big coffee

I would burn the hell out of that bridge

You can’t think your way out of this one

Sprouting new blades in spring

I do not apologize for the ghosts I bring with me, it is an honor to remember

I’m singing again

Your lips find mine in the dark
If not perfectly at first
They try again

Write the love poem now
Don’t wait
Mary Oliver said don’t hesitate

I don’t know how you all got in here. But please, don’t leave the same way

boofing hope, shooting up forgiveness, smoking pure patience and understanding

We are so back

I need to cry in a cornfield

Waiting for a text is no way to live

Every day I write a poem is a good day

Life always has some possibility left

The breakthrough’s not gonna come from beating yourself up

NURTURE ME

I LOVE my city

Love my city ❤️

I’m my own dream girl

The first five headings of Kofi Awoonor’s Wikipedia page: Early life, Education, Career, Poetry, & Death

Hurt Now, Hurt Later

Where is Your Whimsy?

Block print of Dad’s pond #printmaking

Turns out you can run away from your problems