red-rims around crowsfeet sudden sharp intakes bellowed ribs and an arched soul tonight a heart weighs five tons broken for my Sister heavy rain tears puddles in my scuffed, bleeding hands.

Crept beside me, you bow your small head, inclined, I wait to hear your story of the far off sky you wish to see and the river you wish to feel in your feet you ask me to take you there, and I look at your rooted disposition sadness in my eyes. I say to […]

when the rain sets in and your love it dies I’m met with anxious skeletal fingers blackened at the tips they tremble and surround me. I’m sinking.

A long time ago, I wrote on my list of “100 Things To Do Before I Die” that I wanted to visit my dad’s grave before I went off to college. When I was about 10 years old, I flew by myself to Hawaii to visit extended family. One day we took a trip to […]

I’m accompanied by two shadows overlapped, connected Hobbling down the main road, dragging my left foot which aches from walking home all day – Walk, walk, walk. Stop, say hello and keep on walking. The shrubs up ahead – silhouetted strangers waiting patiently for the bus that comes hourly after 7PM – but then they’re […]

trying to reach you – Your words that set a stone in my heart But what can I say? You talk in circles – There’s no way I can step in to a stream that flows within and around itself. So here I sit, waiting – for the words that will float up and reach […]

We always wonder about the stars. Pockets of light. Glistening drops of compacted dust. Holes in the sky, leading to the infinite Universe. Be we, too, are the Universe. Right? We are all pieces of a greater whole and we hold ourselves together with love. Love? “Love is what I need to help me know […]

Every now and then I get these peculiar ‘moments of thought’ as I’m waiting for the bus. Moments where my life is mine until I’m looking at someone passing by. Maybe it’s what would be considered spirit-walking or astral projection. For the briefest moment my life is theirs. I give them a story. I give […]

The beauty of coffee shops is that they’ve got a knack for stories. Tacked paintings, unnamed faces on the walls, streams of melodies from bands no one has ever heard of, and the delicate rosetta settling in the mug in front of her all have stories to tell. Visions and memories people want to mull […]

We’re under the same stars and though we’re not breathing the same taste of air, we continue to breathe. We breathe and breathe and breathe. And we are connected by this and the human condition. But it is the human condition, That we are separated. We continue to look at the same moon alone.