Tagged: rebellion

27 February 2020

Summer Tale

Poem As I close my eyes… hear the waves of the ocean gently kissing my body feel the breeze caressing my face, kissing my lips see the blue azure which my hands are...

Poetry

13 February 2020

Spoken Word Astride your prejudices Steadfast clamp of knees To hold fast Against bucking tradition Formerly, a ruse Now, matters of course Flow into oceans of “Say it ain’t so’s” Half-mast slick talk, Eye-rolling...

Poetry

12 February 2020

To What Destiny of Mine

Poem To what destiny of mine I ask , O conscript fathers, so that I may have this query rejoined. I tour the western rim of the fluvius Tiberis as night pursues the...

Poetry

6 February 2020

A Simple Moment

Blue Heron. Regal sentinel. Watches carefully. Heartstones lead the way down my path. Remnants of snow here and there. Reminders of cold quiet nightfalls. I look up and see a pair of ears and...

Poetry

30 January 2020

Chantel

In Bryant Park the air is sweet of summer’s birth despite the day’s exhaustion. You are lovely, Chantel – like it. As strangers tussle for chairs when the music cuts I pilfer a glimpse...

Poetry

30 January 2020

Wandering

Walking down a sparse street Heavy hands Slow feet Heart strings tight like rubber bands Blending in like an unknown brand A street lamp shines with faulty light Giving false hope A cruel joke...

Poetry

23 January 2020

I Wasn’t There

the wind blew towards my face while I reached the concrete. aaaaaahhhhh was what I said at the end. no memorable quote no flash back just pain and numbness. at least that is what...

Poetry

23 January 2020

Dorian

you seem an unreachable, lingering thing like a wisp of dream smoke between that moment of sleep and awake that moment when my eyes flutter open to my sea-foam green room that moment when...

Poetry

15 January 2020

God

Poem Gold, bright, I shield my eyes. It’s here? What now? I didn’t count on… Crushing. Reasoning. Oh God, Oh God… The black velvet, I smiled. No tomorrow, just this… Delicious. Devouring. Oh...

Poetry

9 January 2020

Nostalgia

Poem My eyes are always searching, see again this endless blue. Was it real, was this dream true? My fingers want to touch again- warm and golden sand, Feel it’s pulse, rhythm, life....

Poetry

19 December 2019

Appointment

They are full today. It is a blocked date. We are dying to get in, everyone is dying; there is no room for death with nurses on vacation, so you’ll have to wait for...