-And this is how you’ll always find us after Diana Khoi Nguyen The day was dark and futile My heart a wrecking ball John resting in the loo Overlooked and looking for a second point of view This is how she found us the past…

There are very few true beginnings Maybe only one. Changes masquarade as beginnings With or without ends. But they feel important, beginnings, And we mark them well. Wait, countdown, prepare for beginnings Celebrate the start. May the impulse of this beginning Last until the next.

There is horror in her gut Scraping and clawing Traveling through the rivers of her blood Begging for release   There is a rage in her hands That spills into silent moments Buried deep Deep Deep Searching for release Anguish twists her heart Molding it…

The peace I feel and yearn to achieve compete for my concentrated focus   do I choose contentment or ambitious hope   white light over green heat   that tension is the anthesis of what I seek   ~ d², 09.02.23, 9:51 AM Copyright D…

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…

There’s a cost either way. One road left, another right. One takes you up, the other down. You must choose. For now. Later you can circle back and try the other. If it’s still there. Either way You’ll find beauty, growth, expanse, adventure. Open your…

We made an undulating landscape on the floor after the hard week our bedraggled bodies propped on sofa pillows plates of barely recognized food stuff in varying degrees of consumption two roaming dogs attempting to lick plates clean Around us sharp angles of squares and…

Late at night, driving through wilderness a little shack, glowing with light beacon in middle of nowhere – cue theremin The road diverges on either side of the shack I am headed in, does anyone ever come out? I stop, maybe a hundred feet short…

A watchful eye hopeful, lingering through the night on grayed hair falling, landing unexpected, invasive Heavy steps in creaking hallways Sagging skin draped from tired eyes The pale rider catches my gait, sees me lurking bitterly in the shadows He stops, observes then carries on…