i did not know what was in front of me, until i read between your parentheses, sharp enough to cut through these cataracts, exposing earthy eyes, sunlight at midnight. it was not until you understood what was meant to be said and what is carefully, not, that your deep crevices became the secret field where… Continue reading between the lines
it is easy to swallow your pride when you are tired of sleeping at night with an empty stomach. the rocky shores of nausea full of poison, void of purpose. gulp the bolus of their lies and sleep full, round, bright like the moon before it dies its monthly, dimming death.
i joined the choir only to sing your ballad, nervous the chords tangled in my neck ironed themselves out over the years, i lost my right to an invitation. the same voice i speak now was strengthened by your name the pristine glass i swallowed is now wet with fog. the shards are flying up… Continue reading an invitation
imagine an announcement of your arrival and eight small feet running towards you, sticky hands and hair that smells like grass you went to check the mail, inhaling the familiar aroma of wet newspapers a fresh breath of summer, exhaling two clanks on the pot, dinner ready this moment. a moment that you worked towards… Continue reading (a moment in July, 1999)
you do not have to pick every flower you see or water dead roots, or tend to dead trees. breathe your own air, keep your lungs full don't let go of what you have for dead earth.
where can i abandon this heart a cup overflowing with salty foam and swimming veins i am running like a beggar through dark streets, tripping over words escaping through my feet. i am begging for someone to make an offer but i am screaming into a deaf night the stars turn their backs the moon… Continue reading Beggar
the legend of sisyphus: of his punishment. to push the boulder up the hill. his efforts turned futile at the hands of gravity, pushing him to the ground, two, one, zero. that's what they told us. his failure. i wonder what sisyphus saw at the top of that hill. i think he saw a flower… Continue reading sisyphus