They bunch up to create a scapegoat for nothing some bigger story built by nameless faces and forgotten shells of people who gave everything everything for their people In the end we sit dust upon the ashes and any truth we’d once held we crushed…

Oh! What a beautiful surprise! Up all day and night, writing poems, feeling, processing, pouring, and from behind without a sound, Giraffe covers me, over my head, long out in front of me…. so unexpectedly. “I have been here for fourteen months. Did you not…

The heavens know when you have been found. After wandering in darkness that started within Once you have exhausted yourself from the burdens of life Following the sea of tears and valleys of regret The heavens have been waiting to shine a light The heavens…

Monsoon comes Clouds are no longer lonely As monsoon approaches upon the city walls Trees opening up their branches over Eco parks spawning beside lanes The reconstructed winding wetlands Look majestic and tall before the high raises Peacocks coming out to welcome the rains And…

Alter egos Prufrock got Eliot all wrong or it could have been the other way around pending misbegotten  ideas ideals, more on who, what contradictory or indecisive right from wrong wrong from right is it any wonder neither of them asked   – Mark L….

The last cigarettes are smoked Sleep deprived Hungover and dangerous But in spite of everything I am creating art To be read, probably ignored but I’m writing it at 6:34 in the morning I am creating art

Dear Eve, Mother of all creation. Do you remember the day that you wanted to know it all? You got all that you wanted. We all did. We know everything We understand nothing. jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon

The city park. It’s the playground, for the apartment kids. It’s the morning walk destination, for the diabetic Dad’s and Moms. It’s the meeting place, for the young lovers. It’s the place to crack old jokes, for the men in their winters. It’s the only…

“they paved paradise” I always wondered what those trees, with the metal grates around their trunks, say to each other – reaching for the sun from concrete or asphalt they must wonder where the rest of their families live – “movin’ on up” to the…

This is my stop You missed it If I have to get off somewhere else I don’t know where I will be I know this stop My home and livelihood are right near there What do you mean, “I can’t turn around?” What will I…