Whiskey-ed Galaxy

The dark side of the moon teases her all night with interstellar enigmas and visions of a whiskey-ed galaxy. Starry-eyed, she stumbles into a palm tree-ed noon She blinks A jungle of strangers swarm her, greedily imbibing her share of air bringing eve sooner than time should permit She gifts it to them, wanting nothing … Continue reading Whiskey-ed Galaxy

Naturally Unapologetic

She cannot apologize for her nature, Not when Earth doesn't regret her own. She's not sorry for the rain that leaves her eyes Or for the storm she craves after nights To restore her back Just below the breaking point. She's not sorry for the art which resides within her, Tornadoes and hurricanes, Shredding ideals … Continue reading Naturally Unapologetic

The Doppler Effect

Rhythmic oscillations bombard us daily and herd us to remain in sync with them. Beats from the headphones that house themselves in our ears or the pulses we create with our foot steps are so constant that they become noise unnoticed. Up the stairs, down the stairs, a cup comes down on the desk; yes ma'am, no ma'am, a … Continue reading The Doppler Effect

A Long Race to Run

"Hello!" I shout, Over echos of unconscious streams of vibrantly dynamic consciousnesses, But He can't hear me, She can't hear me, And neither can They. Headphones secure, They rely on imposed input To fuel them through their race, Absolutely fixated On that "focusless middle-distance" That keeps spewing track Adamant to define the path as either … Continue reading A Long Race to Run


"Need" is a word that rests heavy on her tongue  But if she must use it, it is to describe the things that run through her veins  The insanity she needs, like an addict needs their fix  The chaos she craves so she doesn't have to question where she fits And the motion of the … Continue reading Fireflies

Love Notes to Time

Clouds swirled noon into evening Old rain jumped from forever evergreens Into the open mouths of concrete covers, Against bricks and also against transparencies invading vulnerable bodies that lay in the comfort of the last lights of sun, dialing Time on her private number And writing love notes when the line rings busy. Satisfied notes float … Continue reading Love Notes to Time


I wish desperately to feel the coarse of sand, exfoliating my palms as I clench summer's heat in the early twilight of the ocean's reflected sun. I wish to write on the back of this scene to my distant friend, Somewhere deep in a frantic and self-assumed prosperous city. I don't mind the vacancy of … Continue reading Exfoliation


Last night I searched for Emerson and Thoreau in libraries tall of unbound books Ideas climbing up shelves into new collections of words for constructive debates. Words, free to lift off pages as they please, Make the air so densely rich I cannot resist inhaling too deeply So I may feel my alveoli tingle and … Continue reading Alexandria