The old legend, the myth of Arthur’s Knights, had it somewhat wrong, it seems. Yes, Lancelot was in love with the queen, but Lance was not a he, but a she. And Guinevere knew and loved her anyway because even in those days, ,two ladies…

leading them out of slavery… the sea cleaved to make way to the promised land the waves of men unrelenting, unrepenting in Kamathipura whom do those empty eyes seek customers or saviours?

Goddess Kali, her name itself evokes fear She is the epitome of time and change She challenges every line defined She wears her dark color as her pride Her anger unleashed, she annihilates the demons She is covered in skulls and justice is her jewel…

I fantasize.. I fantasize about running my hands through your hair again. I fantasize about waking up next to you. Legs intertwined. I fantasize about your hands running across my body one more time. The look in your eyes… I fantasize about the love your…

Draw Nearer VCS Sirens wailing, fires blazing Draw nearer Evacuation center Smokey skies are burning The sun’s on fire The moon immersed in A tidal pool of blood Province burning, ‘copters whirling Draw nearer Breathe deep and try not to think Of what could or…

Beware the deep waters, We’re untold creatures roam and wait patiently for unwary human prey. Placing upon themselves glamour’s and enchantments. And when they decide that your flesh or soul is the one they’re craving, Let’s go of any hope to survive. The dark waters…

Here I stand, alone again, the ocean is far below. There is nothing left for me to stand, nowhere to call my home. My love has forgotten me, my heart has been sold, there is nothing left for me, save for what was left long…

A beetle walks into the ray of sun at my feet. I tread it underfoot. Thus spake the beetle, as it took its dying breath: “What the fuck man, Why would you do this? I was just making my way outside.” And it passed.

I’m running on the last bits Of what I have left I came here with all the energy I had And most of it is already gone I’m only running on what the others are giving me They hug me and smile They ask where…

“the leafbud straggles forth / toward the frigid light of the airshaft / this is faith / the pale extension of a day” – Adrienne Rich   i can not speak, the words stay curled, a leafbud waiting for the sun, my voice straggles from…