I hold my breath and I dream more. Past the clouds, past the stars, and into the dark-betweens. Gently a stroke, a breeze, a puff, a wink, holding hands, clement days with orange streaks. Deep warm rays that hold our gaze. Oh, how to long for purple skies, everlasting discussions about meaningless things while the […]Read more "Resolution"
Under the dark brim by over-light I just lay out my bricks, Bend on my broken knee. White tiles soon dredged by dirt. Layered and forgotten. Most beauty does. So I trace the line on your inner thigh, your eyes roll away. The horsehair snaps, the sword falls into the banquet of sin. Sweat […]Read more "The Forked Tongue of the Dragon"
The Poet’s Dream Anthology is out! I was so lucky to be included on page 82 with the poem “The forked tongue of the dragon” I wrote for the occasion. Please check it out for a great read over the holidays (and it is free 🙂: Dream Catchers: Vol. 3 – New Beginnings is now available […]Read more "Poet’s Dream Anthology"
“Truth is my friend, we are the burden born from that unholy union…” “Ssssht, it’s starting.” She gestures to the stage where a young woman half clad in red and half clad in blue starts to sing at haunting altitudes. “Oh Marduk, player of the four winds, let the winds whirl, let the eleven […]Read more "The First Kiss"
For every child I wish to be cradled in safety and space for exploration. To be able to have the time to learn to listen and to be heard. That the cradle is an embrace of all the best of humanity and the diversity of all live. To emerge from such support and be able […]Read more "For every child I wish…"
The mist and its pale-grey soap faces mocked the absent winds. From her pipe swirled the smoke of dark-pinkish Nika flowers, gifts from the far north of Ninua. Kishaa’s Pearl mocked her, seen through her long eyelashes; its anchor served aesthetic purposes. Apathic lingering after the ransom was finally paid did not suit her and […]Read more "Lavenderblush"
“Such beauty did unfold that the heavens wept to paint the desert sands. All but the sun with its death rays witnessed the Dance, the Soaking. All but the moon heard the Mating Calls, the Merge, the Birth of time. It was here, and only here, the next thing happened. The next thing only happened […]Read more "Animals in the Rain"