Artist’s Block

I can write my years in moons just by counting white tides under the stars. I can paint my portrait with dew just by swinging my hair and spattering the sky. I can tell my life with violins by rushing nimble bows over my veins. It is just your name looming like...

Prophetic Dream

My phantom had to see me tête-à-tête. So we have met and I got strangled slightly, Just in my dream, and I survived, but… Oh, No devil and no god can help me now. “Look, baby, I’ll be honest: What I do Is crush, and then I leave. My fault it’s not. It’s who I am. And...

Ave Maria

This day and I, we’re both heading downhill… Him, under physics; and me, under chardonnay. Together but socially distant, me and my day are finishing our mesh. In the curious coastline paradox I keep multiplying the thread of my miniature insanities into the seine...