Asking ghosts to reveal Who provided an essential Ingredient that put me here   Implored the unseen on The other side hoping Perhaps they could help   A biblical seven days And there he was A someone who might know   Wrote a letter to…

“In the early morning, As I walked into my balcony, I was met, by a cold gust of wind, And a thousand different sounds: Birds chirping, crows cawing, dogs barking, And as I sat on my bamboo swing set, My eyes were met, by a…

Our appeal went on heeded Does it matter our sacrifices at his shrine? Does he not recall the number of times we visited him? Poured libation to his homage? Yet, he would not leave without mom   Upon the buckets of river And baskets of…

i close my eyes and watch death in the half light she loiters at the end of bed i struggle to make eye contact my breath is shallow today i wake later as the sun warm my bones, the air my lungs fill and death…

Scratching the bottle neck and fiddle head reaching into the thistle reaching past the thistle   to pull out the neck of something that was still alive   Yes I have self abuse SCARS The ones on my flesh HEALED   I swallow the thistle…

Grace and poise and beauty in unison The dance of the cygnets on ice. I recall the Royal Albert Hall, where you took us. Almost the last time we met. When Death came calling you were sleeping Or I like to think of it that…

Someone gifted me a rainbow To hold up the sky It carries the clouds on its shoulder It keeps the storm above the mountain Letting in sunlight beyond the hills   Someone planted me a field of dandelions To feed the dragonflies It cushions my…

Cranky Pants It’s what we call you, Snickers when your lips twitch with impatience at the two puppies that hover over you, them giving kisses and invitations to play when you have zero interest in them. Cranky Pants, we know you’re old and tired, but…

Empty shells scattered along the beach, Insect skins stepping down from the trees, Walking in the streets, looking in shop windows. Houses constructed from perfectly processed elements, modified, manipulated, artificial dwellings, happy homesteads.  The populace infestation, droves of workers falling in line, moving along asphalt…

My Friend Death, I am becoming you. For, you are everything I want in life. When you approach, I will look at you. I will see a better me looking back. You will present a charismatic appearance. I will see in you the beauty that…