Naïve, raw, my grief an uncut diamond Waiting to be set in a pendant and hung Around my neck. I had assigned two fathers To the flames, I thought that I was strong. Still learning ten years later, still trying To let go. I was…

four blank walls, a white so void of color, they seem to blend into a cube. an inkling of thought reds, blues, and yellows burst to life first abstract, then solid. and from the walls, the colors drip. seeping into every floorboard, forever stained  

The blank space invites. I imagine what could be. Artist, creator.

I went to the gallery for a change of pace Tired of mundanity I came to this vestigial place Left over from a time where all who came Came verklempt And all the same they changed within Thanks to a small notion Perhaps the issue…

POV mumbai suburb small house three kids housewifely chores housekeeping tutoring kids washing the dregs from the smug teacup i told you so it smirks at me i told you so it mocks me the cup all neatly wrapped now lies as pieces in the…

White washed wall waiting Bleached, beautiful and borrowed It speaks in blankness

Here is the place in the in between Where hardened trees guard the softness of hearts Where moonlight traces a satin screen And time casts its questioning shadow   Here is the place in the in between Where feelings pause in the dew of dampened…

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…

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…