Marvellous Travel

I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question why,
Someone left them without saying goodbye;

Bloodstains on the kitchen floor…

I don’t remember much, but my sister, I can tell you that she does. Drawing from the etch-a-sketch…

Triptych

I don't want to forget, for fear of losing proof
that it ever was.

Living vicariously through
my own memories:
bare feet drenched in dew,
laying down
down in wet leaves.

In Carmen Aragon Again

Someday, I’ll find Carmen Aragon again. I feel it.

The Master Puppeteer

How much do you really know him anyway?

I love to look at you when you are sleeping

I love to look at you when you are sleeping. I love to stand at the edge of your bed and see you there. One buried under a sea of duvet and pillows with her small, inquisitive face popping up between them seeming comforted and secure, and the other…

Dear

A letter not sent.

Rain soaks our bedsheets for the last time 
before a white blanket is finally laid upon them…

Memoir

Memories are good. Celebrate them.

Now that you are not here and gone forever,

I feel lost .

I am angry,

I am depressed ,

The NSA of America

Spoken word poem