Shell of Venus
A 5-year-old, running around Grandma’s house. // A sculpture stand on the steps, a naked…
poem
Creation of Creativity
Who is the painter of one’s life? The writer? The creator? // Do we create…
Oxygen
It’s hard for me to keep living, my oxygen’s fading away. And it’s getting harder…
Notebook
Thoughts invade my sepia silence, a blank notebook once untouched by life. I dip my…
Hora Aurea
I used to love birthdays, when the water reflected the sky like a sharp cut…
jigsaw pieces
jigsaw pieces on the floor orphaned words without a home a constellation of frenzied thoughts…
Revival
Each night I pray that I will meet my lover once again. His name rhymes…
Humanity on a Scale
If a being that’s separate from us mortals, made a final judgement based on morals,…
aftermath
eyes glance scared stare i fold into you you dig your fingers into me with…