A red brick facade, a stately double door Curios adorning the walls, crystal chandeliers shining down The warm glow from the fireplace with armchairs completing the look The open, inviting kitchen where meals are cooked with love The cozy library in the corner with a hundred…

To be awake is knowing this isn’t real in the flash of the landing Fom there to here is a long way Let the mattress catch me if I fall  

I entered my home and found myself in a fish market Where I dipped my hand in a tub And emerged with a fish, wriggling out of my grasp. A tiny bottle flew to my other hand And I squeezed, The scent of sampaguita wafting…

Your green is sullied by the point of view of birds, Redeemed in a different angle That sees you blue. They hug you and you carry them. But every so often, You blacken that which you nurture, Spit on the face of an adventurer, Thinking,…

It’s easy to miss Those little things Lost in our busy world We often cannot see The squirrel on a tree Bright eyed, busy tailed Foraging all around Busy with its own existence And I wonder in bewilderment How are we all that different?

The words that don’t come together Smell like the freshly-baked buns That you can’t eat Because the scale glares back at you; The bread sits in the oven Like the Instagram coquette in the red skimpy boots, Her shiny skin on the golden sand, Captioning…

It was revealed to me in a book one time and also in the stars I could feel it in my bones Some sounds were soft and sometimes far When I saw him I just knew it I recognized his eyes right away We both…

Inside I alone am awake Silence is deafening until the computer suddenly hums An enormous fan nearly drowning all else out. Despite its noise I hear so much more Outside are birds, finches, swallows and crows Perhaps a raven an occasional duck But only rarely,…

She stands on the precipice Unsure, excited Stomach in knots Not knowing where to go   Step back, back in the familiar Step forward, forward into the unknown   Looking back, seeing all that has been all that has been outgrown   Looking forward, seeing…

He bewitches from the screen, A word per drop of caffeine; He reads to her her fortune From an old newspaper in June. The blueness appears to spread For now, it’s on his forehead, Then at once, his nose it shines And from the sky…