Orbiting You
I keep a slow orbit around the porch light of your laugh, a small moon learning how to glow by borrowing.
Poetry / main floor
The Poet's Stage
Step up to the mic. Verses read aloud under a warm spotlight.
Entries below are sample placeholders
Last Call at the Nebula Bar
The bartender pours starlight into glasses made of maybe. We drink to the ones who never made it off the ground.
Static
radio hiss hums somewhere a satellite dreams of being a star