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…and the story in her eyes. recondite as eternity, ineluctable as fate; a congeries of the unsaid – then there is her smile….

3am Pancakes.

I woke to the smell of burning. The scent wafting through my hazy sleep riddled mind, pulling me from the land of dreams into the cold reality of the early morning. I woke to the smell of burning. Escaping from the nest of sheets my…

They Call Me Po

Coworkers, relatives, perfect strangers; they say I remind them of Po, the Kung fu panda. If it were because I was asian then I probably would think that these people were just a hair on the racist side. Yet, that doesn’t seem to be the…

The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics

Part XXIII January 1, 1999, I moved from my home, left with only my clothes and books, slept on a futon mattress on a cold, drafty floor, choked on tears and phlegm, coughed and wished myself dead every single waking moment; I swallowed just enough…

7am

The movement of his mouth told more than the truth and less than the lies

On a winter’s afternoon- when the magic happened

One wishes deep down inside for the Magic to happen On the surface an air of detachment Disbelief that such a thing can Happen in the physical   From a soul level the outcry to Find the magic and the oneness With another soul is…

Tyranny: just go to bed

Ask yourself If the tyranny Be in your place In your home Your city Your land Your country Your sea Ask yourself Then go to bed See how you feel when you look In the mirror In the morning We will talk more then

Inner Voices

Be careful how you speak to yourself! That will never work; you’ll look like a fool. Don’t say that to yourself, you fool- It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. It is just the truth, you fool Makes no difference whether I say it or not. But if…

Soul Searching

You want to understand me You want to wipe my tears But you can’t defend me Until you taste my fears   Racing with the tempest Barely catch my breath But it keeps me laughing I must confess   I want to catch that thunder…