Amused

Ripples on  water scarcely  visible beneath  glistening  sunlight.    Hushed meditations,  flickers of wisdom in starless midnights within our mind.   Trepidations over fading flowers and disappeared  rivers—why we’d be born just  to…

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,…

Myth

We interlace                        our spectral         intensities,                  an arousal                    of tender                         cravings         converging                    into our   oneness.                         A mystifying         anomaly to                   …

Parting Ways

I met my                          soul in dark         chasms of                unendurable   voids, clutching                          my heart in         my hands,                safe havens   wither in                          visions…

Complexities

soaring above my beingness, I’m confronted by stratified fractals of labyrinthine complexities that leave me   naked   against revenants of mortality impeding my path toward upper quanta probabilities offered…

Candles

memories lose luster—lights filtered through moisture density, I’m quantified by      quadrants of life,   an imposed reality impractical to accept—like New York streets amid harsh winters, when the  …

Danseuse

Pain pursues her                      passion,      the years of            demanding   obeisance from                      her body,      she now            performs    Improv adagios                      across crystal      diffractions,…

Dirt Roads

I’m a child                 of a thousand      lifetimes,           but infinity                 remains an      inflexible distance             before me. An admonition                 to remind—           I am…

Depth of Field

manipulated                        timelines,      a perseverance               of intended       odysseys to                         calculated      outcomes               we custom design   for delivering                        earthly bliss,     dismissing the              …

Winter Sun

Trees mimic death,                   an involuntary     relent to the                         ruthless cold.   Winter sun                   withholds her     fickle warmth,                           we wrestle with            inadvertent…