Wednesday, September 12, 2018

The Old Woman Inside

I feel on sunny days, through the lighted trees, she tends to feel particularly happy. I look up and glance through the dancing branches to the sound of Mozart Sonata No. 8 in A minor, a lovely piece, jumpy and upbeat. She feels thrilled, I can feel it in my chest.
She enjoys the quiet evenings as well when I play jazz in the background while studying about numbers and policies.
When I feel inclined to meet my friends outside where the loud music and flashing lights are, she is quite unhappy and reclusive. But it doesn’t last long for in a moment or two, I am back in my dimly lit room with a soulful tune and short story in hand. She can read for hours, the old woman, and I do enjoy her company a great deal.

Friday, August 17, 2018


when you are sad, your heart has this feeling.

it's heavy and it burns. like someone reached into your chest and pulled out your still beating heart, weeping and bleeding.

there is no cure for sadness, just more things that will only heighten this sensation; distance, denial, diversion.

heavy, heavy, heavy.

the old saying that sadness is pain.

it truly is.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018



leather jar

you were too wild for this living
a tumbling set of limbs among the weeds

you let them see too clearly
that inferno burning foolishly

with steel arms they handled
hastily your paper body, glass sheath

through my open window
you came silent, yearned to breathe

i realized your desolate wild
was a shelter for a fragile being


emblazoned on my chest
a stone
heavy like a son
who caught a cold
and in agony, died

i carried it bold
a blue passion
no one queried
i may need a hand

over grey mountains
and echoey valleys
it became my ally

my beloved pebble
kept the silence
& made me weep

Monday, June 18, 2018

when i was born

when i was born is an unofficial date
my mother said it was time to harvest
and there i was crying at her breast

so when i count the stars
i am a sagittarius, capricorn, and aquarius
for good measure

Sunday, June 17, 2018

the facets of a garnet

my mother is like an earth gem
exquisite when you peer

fire on the surface
a scorched stone
though some think not as pretty

as a diamond worth 50

but the jeweler knows
this gem is like the found shell of a delighted hermit