Poem

Silent. We crept. Along precious edges Of softly moving water. Sweet clover Dragonfly Waterbug shadows. Here is where the shape Of this body Manifested space By moss-covered rocks And cattails and wild iris Where liquid flows Heavy as whipping cream Light and sweet In metallic tinkling songs Or the thrum…

Bye —

Pure deep love — I sing this melody For you, my dear friend, The most beautiful story of loyalty That I’ve lived and will ever live. It’s a poem of affection. Swept away by the storm, Broken in my voice, With no fixed destination, And no live broadcast. There’s nothing more precious Than what I…

A poem — On Saturdays, street artists are out, downtown, on Cuba Street. Marking their patches of pavement, between market stalls, amongst passers-by, bending around corners, not in the way, just in the view. Singing for nickels, dancing for laughs. There he was, all young and bouncy inside his sneakers, pants low on…

A poem about distilling life to the bare minimum. — It may have been the stuff of whispers, The stuff that makes life springs forth this time of year. Growing in the sun’s direction and spreading arms, Wide like branches letting the light seep through me, And sweeten my bloodstream like honey, Like mildew, like rain. I will know time…

A poem — Not a cloud in the sky. Nothing but blushes of blue to the west and the east in my line of sight. Summer has flown in on a gentle breeze to blow the debris from my mind. Brilliant sunlight passes through my skin and lightens the weight of my bones…

Every day when I wake up I look into the mirror. I can’t believe my eyes So, I step closer and get nearer. Is that the way I look? Is that really my hairdo? I grab my brush and start To Get rid of the bad magooboo! How did it turn out like this? Was it all the tossing and the turning? I don’t even look like myself. My stomach starts it’s churning. Then I remember what my grandma said to me on that fateful day

twelve trumpets in the distance sunshine sound everything feels like a little disaster your mild joy is conditional like religion like god a prison of stars and rumor has it this is a virus technology is deadly but what can we do with the guilt? nothing. we’re still pedaling downhill as fast as we can falling off a bicycle colliding with the pavement cracking open your…

Bathed in bliss, an innocent mind, Unaware of truths, in the present confined, Guarded and guided, under watchful eyes, In this tender ignorance, no harm lies. Yet, in crisis, ignorance veils the truth, An illusion spun, obscuring proof, When Leyman tumbles, or inflation climbs, The cost of unawareness echoes through times. The economy crumbles, inflation soars high, Social media’s roar echoes in the sky,