let insanity run its course let wells dry and thoughts go awry embrace the natural rivers of intention let the sound of silence become…
let it be
Tag: poetry
To M.
Maybe these words are my Ariadne’s thread whenever I lose my bearings in that absurd maze they unwisely call life.
The Music Plays On
A gatling gun of a poem, splicing and juxtaposing the mundane and the horrific and how they’re intertwined.
Happy Birthday Dad
Written on my father’s 100th birthday. Even though he left this world many years ago, he will never be forgotten by me.
Ruminating Spume
A bottle on a Mediterranean beach provokes childhood nostalgia.
Sylvia’s Eulogy
The coldness of the premature loss of a beloved.
Chrysanthemum
Inspired from the verse “Requiescat” written by an Anglo-Irish poet. Chrysanthemum, however, is dedicated to my late grandmother.
In My Will
In my will, there will be a pinball machine. A renovated jukebox from American Pickers, a cable TV show. For the taverns, bars…
Birthing Pains
Giving birth in a war zone
If Humans Grew Wings
Imagines a hypothetical future where we have grown wings and explores whether that world would be different from our society today.
Bend and Break
Love leaving one broken, like letting a partner hold your self worth, which so easily can be given away but is nearly impossible to get back.
Children Play Among Ruins of War
Describes how children play even in the horrific circumstances of war alongside the scars and fears that haunt them.
Still Among The Dead
This poem came in a fever dream and has haunted me ever since.
The One Who Remembers
She’s the last one alive who remembers. Her hair is grey and shining. And her skin is barely wrinkled, a rose-pink that’s also petal-soft.
Modernist Poetry
Modernist literature is characterized by a break with traditions of literary subjects, forms, concepts and styles.
It’s over and done
A cancer patient on a rough journey through the treatment process and all those who traveled with him.
return to solitude
For those who know…