Vanished

Silence saturates            the old footpath                      that brought                                  them to me.                                   …

Redshift

My mind takes flight and I trespass the boundaries of redshift galaxies, light speed jumps blending with stardust                      to shield my wings                    from a reentry burn.  …

City Winds

I’ve never heard a nightingale sing, but I know where blue bees hide—not in this metropolis. City winds do not speak to me like they do in the forest, only tearless …

Hourglass

I am a shadow walker  of the ancient ways—I have no beginning,  nor shall I end. By Earth I was risen, though Sun sets  me free, and Moon  rains stars into my eyes. Wind carries my…

Anecdotally

I cerebrate on patterns of human presence, but having soared the thirty-two winds over twenty thousand daybreaks, I cannot reason with air poisoning my lungs and chemicals slowly eating my eyes,…

Laughing

You think                             you know me,         grasping at                    my nothingness,   it’s all that  …

Narratives

We shared familiar spaces, ritualistic clusters converging on weekend specials where earthy aromas provoked our palate sensibilities,   nudging each other for a closer peek at open market delicacies, manners…

I Dared

my hundred years               never seemed               a likely script,   being home                                 means I live        or die another                   sleepless night   on the streets—                 …

Footprints

Long ago dream, perhaps a spatial vision, I stood before this door. No footprints in or out, the destiny never traveled—my reprieve from a muted void.   Repetitions of myself…

Cleverness

nature sees                                 only weakness         in our                   self-indulgent   cleverness,                                  vacant thoughts         strewn                    across parched   landscapes                                  where a child’s         mind once                   …

Mesmeric

Siren’s melody                                 conjures a         half moon                     gale.    Mesmeric                                 chants lure         my soul,                      awakened at   daybreak on                                 pretersensual         shores.                                          …

Fifty-Fifty

Imperceptible breaths, each bearing a genesis of fortuitous destinies, rearranged ​in linear moments defined by ​deliberated discretions in our mind—that’s what   we’d like to believe.   A convenient feint,…