Levitate At Night
Poem Feeling washed up, waking up to another dark day. Bright nights still playing in my heart and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m not the same upstart to partake in rough parks,...
Category: Poetry
From the View of a Stranger
Poem These buildings are my old friends These smells of warm rice and cool mist Are my family It’s a different city here It feels so far removed So many memories Like a heartbreak...
On My Niece’s Birthday, 2013
Haibun An overcast sky. The smallest bands of differentiated clouds make up the mass that floats in a surprisingly cool breeze. Rain may fall any moment. A far cry from my niece’s birthday party...
What I Think About in the Football Stands
Poem There’s something treasured in watching someone you love From the distance, as though to acknowledge That had you made a few different turns along the way that You wouldn’t know them at...
You Too Could Do Abstract Improvisational Dance!
1) Primer There are strata of selves, labyrinths of thoughts. There is pure action. The self will insinuate into all things. It is a pond: wrought and confined; fettered by contrivance of beauty, ideas...
Citizen Of The World
Life Poem The egg has hatched. A tiny beak reveals itself to the tray of the sun and runs back in. It is scared of the unknown sounds, buzzing of the world, caressing of...
Gothicarus: Part VII – Advent
Serial Poem His first appearance was most sinister. (To so deceive a child was monstrous.) He gained her love and gained her trust, and she, Unaware of danger, defenseless, Lost herself. Yet blinded, she...
Recall The Future
Life Poem Day after day I get closer to the end. Got nothing else to say, silence is my name, the future is my past. I’ve seen it all last: Love and Hate, Family...
Embrace It
Poem Singing alone in an empty stairway You feel brave enough to kiss the freeway Your cement box collapsing Your heart unwrapping Thrown into the noise Standing reverent and poised You cut what’s not...
A Hornet’s Burden
Haibun A hornet carries a pale-green insect — an aphid or grasshopper — and tries to ascend. It can’t fly above the tabletop. Frankie, seated on my lap, holds his breath as it hovers...
Anti-Inspiration
Poem Helpless, blue in the face Because I can’t take a breath Until I quench this thirst. I look outside and see Nothing but poison rain. A rising flood of feeling is inside...
