Your mind is a piece of art. It weaves a tapestry of thoughts into some incredulous ‘deja vu’ kind of moment…
Even if I returned one day, wouldn’t remember me,
The sound of traffic resumes,Now that lockdown has been lifted.
It was the spring of fifth gradeApril I thinkstanding at home plate in my yellowCorn…
I welcome sleep and yet it will not embrace me. It taunts me, always on the cusp…
Poetry Sunday
mumbles parsed in the rivuletsof slumber
I love the 1 am version of me and you Where we are not what the world sees us…
That life we were birthed in honeysuckle to live off the sweet wine of nectar coating our tongues. We wore nothing but suits of pollen that…
I can see the light fadingfor her; imperceptibly,still diminishing. Clinging to fragments of…
Endless words
What good is a poemwithout its muse?How could the starry night shine?Even the sky has got the blueswhen you cannot be mine.
FirstI hoped I was your lovethe one you dream ofand wait for impatientlyall your…
Feeling deepening love in my heartFor past wives and current partnerFriends…
A kind obsession with your well-being,“Are you eating?” or “Have you been sleeping?”…
I read a Facebook post from a stranger named Lily. Her strife following a stroke spoke to my…
Darkness falls with the anticipatedscreen, growing silent
The night is scary, full of terror. Monsters, waiting, for my eyes to shut.
We are dust from stars
never too old to hold your hand,ne’er strong enough to not cry~a child I will be forever…
I should have heeded the warning,all the signs were there.I carelessly careened down…
