Poetry

Did we not, as children, let the seasons pour from our bosoms- artlessly, as buds bringing to light. Colors   I painted words in pristine tonality. The subject watered by years of unwilled   partings. Of pages beginning with Dear, and ending with Love, always   love. At once heavy and yet has never felt lighter, clasped...

For Mariko   This inconsolable distance Between our lips Separated by unfamiliar cities And impassable seas; This insatiable wonder for the unknown That grows every day in morbid anticipation Of the smell of your newly washed hair at sunrise And the taste of your sweat in a tropical afternoon Submerging my heart in...

The universe has no idea how powerful its inhabitants are. With will given, they are free to live on their own. What privilege has this earth given us? We step on its lands and call ourselves human.   With will given, they are free to live on their...

It’s not language nor the attempt at a joke: it’s lack of understanding that dooms the animal crossing the road. Still, the same oblivion awaits it inside the slaughterhouse. Therefore claims should not just be made within reason, but more with respect to circumstance. Like the assault of a bird’s presence...

I want my body to be cremated. Weigh my ashes as against my flesh. The difference would be of my soul’s.   Much of my leaving soul is water from each of my cells after the long years of lingering edema. Much of my soul would be water   gushing like...

walking along a familiar road while seeing a new and different world your home calls you a stranger homesick to what he knows and holds while seeing a new and different world the fragments of history and memories, homesick to what he knows and holds look for a shelter; a...