I am laying on my bed, 3 or 4 in the morning and studying the walls, and the ceiling, and my hands, and smelling my eyes, and speaking to my feet. I wish I was laying on the glittering white sands by the Aegean Sea, 87 degrees fahrenheit, and the sea breeze. I reach my … Continue reading Ever Wondered?
For Loren B. When I was younger than today I sat at the edge of the night and plunged myself into the night's dark mouth, and fell for three winters. and then suddenly I came to a halt in the depth of 4000 meters, from a string attached to my waist. I am older … Continue reading For When You Need To Go – It’s OK.
You are beautiful again, time is just before the first fire, I am chopping wood, and we are talking about love. you tell me time is an unfaithful lover, and laugh at my struggle in splitting the wood. I live in a house made out of the redwoods and purple dreams, all my lonely days … Continue reading Where I Live.
Soft rain. One gets lost pondering sometimes When the rain falls Softly on his head And when he has no plans To take shelter. One asks these questions to himself, “When am I going to write my poem about a soft rainfall?” and a voice from insides whispers “now “ -------“now” -----------------“n ---------------------o -------------------------w.” and … Continue reading Soft rain.
Hello! I am writing to inquire about your well-being and your recent encounter with loneliness. You wrote to me recently: "I am looking out of the window and I can see behind the curtain of rain and fog sensitiveness is welling up and eerily long fingers of sorrow are creeping up my neck and pushing … Continue reading Letter To You
No. 19 Cloud Like the music that was never made like the road that was never taken like the cloud that never rained. I live my life feverishly in a desire to remember who … Continue reading No. 19 Cloud
No. 17 Graceful For Isabelle No. 1 Everything you do, you do it with that natural style of a flower blossoming or a cat leaping from the table to the … Continue reading No. 17 Graceful
No. 16 Fat Every time I pass by a donut shop smell of coffee and the frying oil and all the pink boxes straight out a bad cop movie made in the late 90s I want to scream, don't do it, that fat is not good for you, then I step in and when I … Continue reading No. 16 Fat
My dear, I have asked the sun to give you a kiss when you wanted a kiss next time. And the moon sitting in the sky ever so lazily, I have asked her to watch over you, when you are walking home alone at night. The wind shall carry lavender smell that you like so … Continue reading Prayer
Who is calling my name so relentlessly Standing on the edge of the night? their voice, sharp as the damascus sword, is slicing my dreams. why are they not letting me sleep? Don't they know, sleep is the only country that I am allowed to love you. So here I am, awake as light post, … Continue reading 6 – Sword