(Best viewed on desktop or landscape) My reflection Wept Helplessly gazing At the frigid puddle Silently praying That warmth returns To the specter’s eyes To turn my dull reflection Into a shine I closed your Painted door And dodged the Black cracks on The pavement My warm words Froze and While I sat in the…
I heard the tremor In your heartbeat I tasted ash Through my phone And between words Silence howled, Alone, alone, alone The air became our Oppressor The sun snuffed out Its light All I could do Was hold you And pretend it was Meant to be night And now, before the fire Lands and the…
It was all yellow. Not the warm, friendly yellow from the morning or afternoon sun that floods living room floors. It was the swollen, sickly yellow of malaria, jaundice, and urine—simultaneously sterile and diseased. Stagnant. That was the halo of yellow surrounding the man on the slightly inclined bed in the Oncology Unit. He seemed…
As I walked in the morning On the still dewy grass A child sprang up and said Let’s play with toys and Sticks and string and things I’ve nothing to do And you’ve nowhere to go Before I could decline Or issue my warning He ran Away At around midday a Preoccupied person Came bustling…