Poems

A Starling and Pigeon

paths on a train platform in Perpignan I wonder how they appear to one another the starling darts into the rafters while the pigeon traipses

This Is Just What It Is

There are times, when taken by a certain mood, I wish I could lay with eyes unblinking under the night sky and let the stars etch their prog

Cries of the Ancient Mariner, Pt. 2

Once again the captain of the sunken ship stirs in his damp, cold grave His sockets are emptied but he continues to flashback to the horror

Negative Space

Entered the room from the balcony light pirouettes on the wall from the flame of a candle burning in the corner passive voices break even in

Suicide and the Samurai

Many bloody seasons passed, always victorious. This path I traveled over and over again, breathing honor with every step. I will soon meet

Cries of the Ancient Mariner, Pt. 1

The sea didn’t ask the names of the victims / or permission for their lives / the waves clap and pull, never resting but always changing

LOST

Walking to work, A stroll through Capitol Park, Tranquil morning before a hectic start, Blooming flowers spread pollen in the breeze, Quiet