there is string running through my ears can you see it can you feel the tangle of knots that bind my spirit to this body string that ties me to fate my eyes covered by the veil but my heart it feels every thread rope…

When first I saw your gleaming white hair, laid along the pink expanse of your skin, with your lovely long nose and sweet little ears, ‘twas then I decided you would be mine. For long I had to wait, not to rush the nurturing of nature…

Moonlit walk no one in sight I seem to have lost my fear of heights Wish you were here.

It seems strange to say But one day the wheat Which guards our homes A staple in many biomes Will be called a weed and we Who live in its roots Rodents, insects, and pests Will need to migrate post haste To new plants Hopefully…

An Ode to Time Always present, yet unknowable, an ineffable pace constructed on the premise of change. Your passage is marked not by your existence but by the perception of it, unique to your peers and overwhelming to those too small to grasp it. And…

I think Odysseus got it all wrong off on his adventures little planning, reservations not made in advance obvious why his trip went badly Wrong spots, wrong time of year wrong monsters a little planning goes a long way so did Odysseus but it didn’t…

To those who spend their days in warfare To those who spend their night in shadows Where sounds of bullets shield mortals life Where death and pain fire with anguish and fear Ringing like doorbells in the valley of death. To those whose services were…

‘…I go out walkin’ after midnight’ searching for you…’ – Patsy Cline The darkness holds no special or tangential fear for me though it probably should for there is huge difference between the woodlands I knew growing up and decidedly urban environment I live in…

It was written that night would grow teeth unfriendly to mortals and suck their blood. What would be left the prophet calls dust. I read: when it touches the ground, it’d blend with it. What is memory if not a symphony of circumspect? I cut…