Doom-scrolling I nightly travel without moving Wishing time away Wishing myself away Wishing me to be any me but ME Doom-scrolling I saw a tiny house in the woods Wishing myself elsewhere In that place, that time, that life That life – that me that…

Early morning, in the quietness of my mind, I see your luring light as the yellow lines pull me towards you. Still relishing in my unvarnished thoughts of you, pure honest The leftover night air begins to lift as I try to wrap this goodness…

I knew not where I traveled When I took upon the road The path was lit by moonlight Through clouds it barely showed And although I had forever Although I had the time I knew Charon asked a price Something not yet mine Ah I…

Along the quiet, Of quite a night…  I see a light in-between, That keeps the two sides of the road alive. Somehow, it seems to nod us to go, Perhaps, a stranger’s “Hello”. It soon becomes clear in a vision, A tiny house all alone….

Inspired after Diana Khoi Nguyen line – The past draped upon us like a cloak   They are hidden They are pain They are words They are lies They are truths They are secrets They are protected They are you Scars    

The Dark Abandon   He lives alone in the dark abandon Dim lights and trees surround An empty shell of a heart in tandem With grief and loss abound He cries at night, although none can hear him No moon, no stars, no sky A…

A spiffy ranger station centered on the entry road (inky trees looming over what should be theirs) glows with artificial light welcoming and reassuring us human interlopers —— though no one in charge is present at this late hour.

1 the past draped about us like a cloak after Diana Khoi Nguyen poems breed poems, as we breed children of our own and throw them to the future as we hide ourselves in the accumulation of story, of facts and images assembled and assessed…

  PROMPT #1 – Hour 1 One way in, one way out The cries of my family echo through dread forests filled with rough graves If I step on the road I will have to walk in One way in, one way out To leave…

Do we Can we Drop our past Let it drop Like a cloak Silkenly Silently To the ground Shed our skin To be reborn cracking out Of our dry and dusty Layers Do we Can we Become new By ridding ourselves Of old.