Pretty sure a map would solve this, The indescribable fear of being lost in you Pretty sure the map would lead me Out of your eyes and into the blue Oh wait those are still your eyes. Pretty sure I’m lost forever Pretty sure I…

Thatched umbrellas snapped open. Our village, our home already in pieces, broken. The sky darkening into an ugly shade of grey, Desperate for attention, ranted and raved.   Blotched and boiling with fiery rage, Biting cheeks and knees (as if confining us into a cage)…

Why I started writing.. Collecting hundred of thoughts collecting memories.. but where are they? After years, when we grow old, wrinkled, skinny, blind.. we forget evething.. only blur images left in mind. I started to write.. to save all the moments of life every piece…

If ever there was a time, it is now If ever a wandering, it was then If I’d known the heft, I might not have set out If I’d known that weight and weightlessness would contend For a prime spot each dawn, wedged in my…

Tea Party   Sipping slowly, smoothly sliding slowly seeping, warmth colliding ’round the dark and sleepy morning stretching, reaching, open yawning smokey mist, rising air no thought of international affair or scandalous harbor party brewing from lip of mug to lips of me slowly, sleepily,…

She died, Clinging to memories and thoughts of a sisterhood that never had a chance to unfold, 15 years old, ambitions, hopes, dreams of a better time, halted by the end of time– Sisters who work in the garlic fields together, A team of children living in poverty,…

I want to watch it with you The flames in the sky the fiery sun – exploding or The waves crashing the liquid ice overtaking what’s left of their world or The earth shaking cracked open ready to swallow their world I want to watch…

Open. Widen. Rip. Tear. Twist. Push. A soul’s first first journey, at the expense of another. A mother’s gift to her babe, a gift unreturnable, unpredictable, a present to create presence. Love begets agony, at its peak — silence. Time freezes, the world is created…

Happily-ever-after mythology only prefacing the sequel continuing the saga tacking on the index onto volume one having read this scene from life movies writing, rewriting the books playing déjà vu-all-over-again never more than countless times here-we-go-again monotony of changing times same cast of characters different…

I hear the change . . .  it’s in her voice . . . in her way. Mom is getting old; I don’t want to accept . . . she will one day leave. Leave me here; Alone. The world she protected me within; And…