It was my birthday yesterday,
Another year had passed...
A wall must have sides
But when taking sides you're still...
This isn’t a poem about renunciation. It isn’t...
for introverts on how to vanish from a room full...
it is raining, I think.
I hear muffled sounds on my rooftop...
There comes a time in
every humans life where...
Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses...
Her dog's an angel
with a pit bull gene mixed in...
The darkness is overwhelming
folding me within...
(You can't race the sun
and expect to finish unburned...
Some of us are
tucked into the epicentre...
Out of body
I see myself float...
Angel of the east,
whose storm billows in my chest...