Fish

I found nirvana in him

Tried to persuade it out

Creation Myth

This is how we were made for one another.

Hands

yours in mine.

Take my hand,
Hold it tight.
Like shoelaces
Your fingers make
Ribbons & bows
With mine.

Poem: “My First Death”

This old bastard I knew left
me a couple of things
before he died, though it's
more like I just had them.
One was a…

Minor Myths

A matter of faith

These minor myths that fill our mind
Fulfil an urge to simplify,
For of God’s…