May 5, 2013

step right up
try your luck
everyone
wins
once

February 4, 2013

although my fear is multifold
i’ve no choice but to face it
unravel and advance

this journey is a daily
this process is eternal
unforgiving and incessant

the melting iceberg finds new purpose
the burning forest spreads the seed

January 17, 2013

how long can you
hold that note for

how long can you
stay under water

how far can you reach
without dropping anything

December 11, 2012

i’ve added the word ‘linger’
to the current list of words
that repeat themselves in my head

i find it oddly appropriate that words like
‘linger’ and ‘remnant’
have latched on to my train of thought

like kite tails, knotted
like memories of things that hurt when remembered
pieces left behind after the fray

some things can’t be washed or wished away

the loss of a loved one
the memory of a bad break up
the words you overheard somebody say about you

linger

December 08, 2012

i could give in to you
surrender my entire being
and render my self
yours

i could let myself become
absorbed by your space
and forget all
that once was me

i just have to be convinced

December 5, 2012

all day
i worry about
all of the
problems
that i
have

December 2, 2012

i claim allegiance to nothing
so i’m sure that i will die alone
maybe a couple of pigeons, no doves

November 29, 2012

seven haiku about rain

droplets on windshield
clouds pass by as one huge mass
no start and no end

storm cold front brings chills
thin sweater is no defense
women in small skirts

underneath the tree
she waits for public transport
child plays with rain drops

night time transition
streetlights highlight the drizzle
cars sound different

you are such a tease
i believed you would come down
clouds and wind is all

pensiveness high tide
waves crash and hint of cycles
storm ends abruptly

realeased from above
some think you a romantic
freefall with the wind

(*the photo in this post is from a rainfall earlier this year)

November 16, 2012

words were at the tip on my tongue
but far from materializing

November 13, 2012

there will be no open mic
this is a closed mic night
where no one gets to go on stage
and we all sit next to each other
and turn to the person next to us
and say
motha fucka, let me tell you how i feel
lend me your ear
let’s call it open ear night
where we take turns
one and the next
at listening
or call it open heart night
where there is no judgement
and we all forgive at least one thing
…open
…toe
…sandals
…are
…welcome