Per aspera ad astra

Your touch soft and slow Like the sparkling dew on the grass In the early morning glowYour smile assured disarming and proudThe ice cream melts as the sun goes downBlood orange cream swirls in the cloudsYou’re humming the sweetest purest sound Your presence both here and gone An unexplored part of a map That I’ll…

The Chicken & the Egg

You have a series of big and small existential crises when your mom dies, in very quick succession. I don’t know if this happens when your dad or sister or cousin or brother dies – those people are all still alive for me. I can only speak to when your mom dies. You may say,…

Blood Orange

Anger festersLike your stomachSlowly turning to rockFrustration lingersLike a thing you once knewBut now forgot Simplicity can be sweetLike the honey on your tongueYour thoughts were once so lostA song that was left unsung  You could dye your hair blood orangeOr even return to FranceSometimes something drastic Is your only chance And you turn the other…

Warm Car in The Winter

You can find beauty Even in the cold corner Of a sterile hospital room In the words on a page In the eyes of the nurse In the whispered words    Of conversation The surgeon will cut The nurse will inject And we will hurry up and wait. You can find love Even on the…

The Year of the Truth-Seeker

I keep going back to the same memory.  When I was five or six, I found a fawn in our backyard. It was just sitting there, quietly, watching me. As I moved closer, I was surprised to find it didn’t run away. I got so close I could place my hand on its head. As…