4am Poem 2 Some Graces About ten years ago a teenaged young man smashed into a pole on Honoa’piilani Hwy driving home late from work. He left his body immediately. There are some graces. White gloved I drove him to his home , Lahainatown down…

Ten years ago, as I look back my life had just unraveled two years under my belt since my mind began to travel many battles fought many hurdles crossed many things unveiled I had to learn to cut the loss I used to be so…

God did not really want THIS for me- did he? Little by little, I start to get my voice back. My opinions, my thoughts, my strength, MYSELF. Finally free, I can live MY life again. I can hold out for what I want, What I…

-after Diana Khoi Nguyen   “…hands separating peach halves from a core” the crack that it makes white flesh peaches crack and snap they crunch in my mouth textures like soft sand and mild sweetness launches me back to marching fields summer heat when my…

I wish I could write the way I think Incessantly, infinitely, frantically To the point of suffocating thoughts But I write nothing closely My thoughts not in sync with my actions Desperately fixing myself when nothing is broken Gathering pieces which never shattered An illusion…

rather than face the comfort i know waits in the familiar wall of color, i study the white wall that challenges me   not finding the anticipated emptiness, i discover a way up a grey so light a white so bright no end in sight…

Naïve, raw, my grief an uncut diamond Waiting to be set in a pendant and hung Around my neck. I had assigned two fathers To the flames, I thought that I was strong. Still learning ten years later, still trying To let go. I was…

The world is smaller than l remember Darker Colder My body contains the remnants of cigarettes, Cheap wine Sex I fold myself into flower, origami style Scars become memories Memories drifting  like storm clouds The rain washing the dirt away    

Coffee at Sunrise HOUR 2: 7am The majestic wonder – sky fire is beginning to peak throug hthe window. My guests are missing the beauty –   but if I’m being honest they see it more often than I do these days. I’ll just remind…

The blank space invites. I imagine what could be. Artist, creator.