white writers write about flowers limited by brightly colored metaphors easy descriptions simplicity and safety takes less to swallow and sell than we budgeted for best to stick with what we know lilies and orchids and baby’s breath the flower shop on the corner in downtown…

I’ve walked the walls a thousand times Traced the lines Between you and me   Through quiet halls a river city sleeps The intersections filled with signs on abandoned streets   Just for a minute Turn your lights on Is there anybody home?   Just…

Slowly but surely gradually but impactfully making popcorn and making progress as hour 19 kicks off. And there’s something so beautiful in the fact that we are still here despite everything that has been thrown our way – lack of sleep, lack of veggies, lack…

  Opponent of My Opposition   I’m a walking contradiction filled with inconsistency. How can I expect acceptance when I cannot understand me? As for the unborn right to life, I’ll be a vessel for their voice. What science calls “a clump of cells,” I…

Welcome to San Luno, run by Señor Bruno We sleep during your day light Within this city we keep desert hours We come awake at night Buildings made of mesa, stone and pueblo cliffs The inhabitants are happy Though there’s lots we miss. Like there…

La Cuidad stone, mortar, steel, and glass stalwart and stately, the city beckons scintillating with light and people. the glory of mankind. complex construction, supporting heights unbound, roof-top gardens and fields of windows reflecting clouds, sky, and other buildings looking in upon itself. no difference…

All I know about joy is that it comes in the morning I’ve felt overwhelmed with happiness as soon as night surrendered to day All I can say about joy is that it comes after mourning I’ve always experienced it this way I choose joy…

Miles and miles away from home, Pretty lights on the street There is so much more I need to know. From the its intricate corner to its jeep. It can be also scary, All you see are unfamiliar strangers, No more silence, life’s in a…

  On a night full of stars, I drink wine stirred by the flowers.   I raise my glass offering a glass to moon, and noticed my shadow holding the same.   The gentle sensationn of seclusion down the throat, softening the syllables of every…

Every monsoon you flood over And the traffic is bad around the year Public transport as half baked as ever But I will still remember you forever You are my birthplace after all You gave me the people I care about And places I could…