I don’t hate Death Nor do I fear it No, I know it’s a friend One that takes away suffering And grants peace, eternal slumber What I hate is the aftermath The grief, the pain The funeral arrangements And greeting everyone Putting up a brave…

I am very busy, but I only stopped to ask if there is some mistake. Is something wrong with us? Be frank! Are there holes in our whole?

Sea lion, on his rock, Salvaged from high tsunamis And creeping tar paint. Carried far away, Paradise new, warm heart’s way, Big brown eyes, whiskers.

Sleep deprivation comes naturally to me; Years of anxiety, waking at every shuffle, thinking so quickly— even in the deadest rest— that I wake myself, over and over, have taken their toll I’ve had to find tools to quiet my mind and my body. Months…

Deceiving devil: You, you deceiving devil you, have you ever considered the mess you make just by wandering through hearts you’ll never really know or hallways you refuse to actually explore? You, you deceiving devil, you, somehow you’ve made your way to my pages, cracked…

Precipitation Creates a gentle drumming And soothes me to sleep

A Glistening hue, Regarding its pillow of flesh, Searing in its quest

My favorite photograph of Dad is one taken At the Los Angeles Zoo It was a warm summer day and we took a break After queueing up to see the pandas loaned To the zoo by the government of China Dad is dressed comfortably in…

Where your troubled seas pulse with the trouble of comings storms, think of the wild tenderness in my eyes fixed upon your soul the incandescent bliss glimmer of fervent touch sating you whole Sweet sleep fire low let Cupid shoot you tenderly; her glistening arrow

I want to fly Across the sky And have the whole world at my fingertips