Your generation must Save the World. It’s your turn. We tried. Did we? Climate change. Famine. Racism. Nuclear weapons. We marched, rioted, Spoke truth to power, For ourselves.   I’m sorry.   You can’t afford Greed, selfishness, bigotry. Elect leaders with foresight. Put children…

Profess satisfaction. Dissimulate the heart. Espouse altruism. Iveigle the spirit.

She makes to walk away   when he turns   and looks her in the eye.   And from within torrents of endless rain lessen the typhoon winds slow and the hurricane ceases spinning.   She steps   when he says   Let me feel…

A copy of yourself lives in her smile. A tether between you that none can break. A piece of your soul dances as you walk. She reminds me of days when the young me watched you. Knowing that you would somehow leave all this behind…

i first read the word indelible as inedible, which also described the ink used in tattoos. i didn’t learn of possibilities like mercury poisoning until later when i determined the description “so heavy metal” apt

Arriving to Los Angeles was my dream come true— I held my mother’s hand as we disembarked, with wide eyes searched for a face I had only seen in pictures, strained my ears for a voice I’d only heard through a phone receiver during international…

Under the authority of my pen Just to lash down my love Irrespective how, where, why and when Long row of yearnings, sending a dove To say this beating heart of mine With every moving finger of time Truly loves you, my only one More…

  in the presence of existence hypnotic level of intricacy survives a spirit of creative independence encapsulate the ethos of my life attracted by attention of the wealthy indulging in avenues through life in the shadows forced to recalibrate existence an incomparable thrill itself

(in a world without sound) You can still scream I mean open your mouth and flex your eyes and your nose. Wiggle your fingers and waggle your arms. Flailing is descriptive just do it right. Paper and pencil, once charades isn’t fun anymore. Just remember…

The high priest croons take this longing while life is shortening everything depends upon how near you sleep to me but so much depends upon a red wheelbarrow and every other image emblazoned on my retina nanosecond by nanosecond until I sleep.