Dear Poetry,
I remember walking down the corridorand stepping into your tiny room to find my words, in…
Did you think on me — on how well I would round the corners of my solitude in the city you…
Againuntethered & traumatized — the light and a cry.
What is the measure of a man If he walks the EarthTall like oak, but fragile like the fawn Walking with his…
Monsoon, you are a fickle friend…
first caught sight of one half of ’em maybe six yearsor soagofive years after I tried smiling moreten years after…
What does one do when you haven’t got a cluewhere to find words that you don’t have?
Funny how many formsmorality takes in your case.
for Lilly
Born an addictyou flatlinedin a makeshift cribdetoxed at ten daysnever knew your mothermay someday recall…
In the West
Here in the central cavity of bleeding hearts,
You just don’t grow,Being blocked you know,Soft water has no power,Yet ice burns all the…
At night it sings,
The first Thanksgiving
What is love?
I know that before I realise,I’ll be long lost in your eyes.So, hold on to my hand…
Frost cold,
Beyond Measure
I’m walking down this angling road
Walking under tree lined arches
The clock ticks.You are running fast.On a never-ending treadmill.Just like a mouse.
Dawn breaks beyond the window. The blush of a new day tinging the horizon with…
I used to think that we outgrew “best friends.”
Look through their eyesThe innocence and wonderCuriosity questioning the sadness of this…
The two-hour park hike is my secret to renew the subscription on life.
I have learned to laugh without you,I am still learning to live.I have learned to fight without you,I am still learning to win.
