I would lead you gently by the hand, tip-toe through that mystical land; walk through mist and dark intrigue, another mile, a half a league; til the journey’s end is done…. and we are never, ever again, alone.

I believe in the sky Kernels of karma gathering inside Clouded mists of rain Ideas wander From lightening to star From moon to space I believe in the sky Twirling infinity All becomes eternal Unknowable We are small incidents Crossing a moment in time Inconsequential…

if this is what he truly wants, do we not love him enough to give… we both bare fruits and vegetables rich enough to nourish him… why can’t we see him? Why do we keep searching for each other knowing when your sheets are empty,…

Happy Birthday, Kanaki. I’m two days late, But I will turn twenty-two On August fifteenth As you should have turned On August eleventh Sixty-three I would like to think that you simply Escaped And found A new life, a new family A new journey To…

At last! The final box unpacked And all my books are neatly stacked Upon the shelf, and over there By the window sits my chair From which my weary gaze to cast? When whiskey soused I rest, at last.   Cold hands shake and ice…

1. met on the ocean where perfect sun-drenched blue ate our doubts. 2. it’s the closest to being magic I will ever get, but when wind whips us, all the chills will disturb the calm. 3. is there anything worth the sapphire eyes and drowning?…

#Prompt 16 I like being lost To not know Where the way end I can stay blind Fear can’t touch me Blind don’t see scary things I can’t hear the rules, the spiteful things You can’t follow, what you can’t hear I can only speak…

moss gathers stone wall in it’s arms …there is the verdant summer embracing her. the softness of her form, the firmness of her throne; and the beauty the season wears…

She was like wisteria Wild and free and purple And she exploded into view When summer turned to fall How could anyone know That I would love her most of all What I came to learn Is she was wild and free for sure But…

The crowd at first thought it part of the reading the gasp, the slumping forward over the podium a bit melodramatic, but you expect that surging forward, folding chairs flung to the side they reached him, the first few able to cushion his fall to…