Soundlessly

Beneath this pier I often encounter my tenth dimension space, onshore waves surge soundlessly in my consciousness.   Once a humble soul, before I became immortal, I now compose resonant…

Qualia

Our encounters occur in subsets of parallel experiences, as qualia of inner perspectives.   I observe your humanness and your color, your race and culture, unique influences occurring simultaneously in …

Broken Wings

We merge rhythms of song, our identity revealed in finite syllables, amplitude and frequencies—tones for sensory pleasure.   Sunrise to dusk we serenade an unintended audience, pointlessly hostage to broken…

Adulthood

Earth’s radiance, we are birthed from celestial fire—discreet expressions of form, the children who choose you to nurture us,                                   not to bridle                                  our minds.   Instead, you…

Hide and Seek

Woodlands pulsate a pastel euphony, storm lingers in repose,                            a threat disguised   by prismatic hues of charged particles meant to disarm me.   I’m partial to sunset…

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—                 …