Love. A true story.

A piece from my first poetry reading.

I don’t even.

I just know that I am sad.

The kind of sad that blossoms

A Date with the Wave

Ghazal

Despite being massive, it’s not trapped in a prison of stability
Restless sea waves…

lover what have you become

pagan love making 
on the kitchen floor
next to a cup of coffee 
with 
3 sugar cubes and almond milk
bird…

If I could…

If I could for one simple moment
be in your arms, in between adornment 
feel your breath and your heart
a whisper that could prevent me from falling apart
If I could just stand, facing you
look into your eyes, know the truth
you loved me with depth so to speak
I was unaware of its eventual peak
If I could…

How To Walk Gently Through The Night

The feet should towards the ground descend
Gently — but not quite touch.
A few millimetres above will do nicely.
Proceed thus through these parts 
Amid the darkness.

Hi-Coo

Every time I think to myself

this is the closest we could get

You prove me wrong by pulling me a little closer

One January Afternoon

We tried to free

the Santa statue buried in deep snow.

The neighbors brought in their Christmas decorations

weeks ago.

Ours will have to wait

Which One?

Black & White

He never asked,
she didn’t tell.
A mutual understanding
or
failing relationship?

Psychological Graffiti 040

last night the sky
shot me a dirty look
as though the heart i tore
from my gaping chest and held aloft
was too…

Hi-coo

Life surprises us in ways

We never would’ve imagined

In ways, we never could’ve fashioned