Please Don’t Speak of Love

I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. ~ Love Song of Alfred Prufrock by TS Eliot Please don’t speak of love as isolated as can be. How terribly lonely you sound to me! Please don’t speak…

Hour Twenty

A flower pot resides next to my work station   Sometimes a flower blooms with a red glistening texture its subtle fragrance all over   Sometimes a thorn pricks my conscience its consequence all over   The crimson pot— my muse stays forever.

Urban Farming

I want to plant pine trees On the edge of the ball field so students see the sky Instead of the prison On the valley below I want to plant mighty oaks In the potholes of my street Sometimes, to alert drivers And sometimes to…

Priorties

When wood meets metal It’s almost like a battle Between nature and man To be honest, I am not a fan Oh well! Nothing can be done about that Do you think I look fat?