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137.365 (6/79)

What will I make of a world of which I am made, I ask myself now as I stack these words that make me unmake myself, then slip a brick from the stack to see what stays, what falls, what words might fake the strength of my father’s arms.


The Bench

At the side of the path

The bench invites me to sit

To soak in the calm

Listen to the wind

Rustling in the autumn leaves… 12 more words


~ At Your Feet ~

The following is just one of the entries to appear in my latest poetry chapbook, “Saddest State of Blue”. The chapbook is a composite of works surrounding the poets state of mind, reactions, and emotions pertaining to Death; with an emphasis on childhood teachings, religious up bringing, and the act of acceptance. 103 more words


She looks

Her elongated fingers held
the delicacy
sinews raised across tanned hands
looking older than her years
her eyes closed momentarily
her youth had gone but not her years… 85 more words


136.365 (5/79)

Cycles ferried my cradle, revolutions bussed my navel, syntax buried my savior, chasms mirrored my me’s, networks hacked my childhood.


Sleeping on wounds

 i open up my skin

and you see all the colours emerge;

there in my nakedness

you see the rawness

of my insides

and the way they tick- 38 more words

Rainbow to Bow


At dawn a Rainbow appeared to me
So bright and shiny
Sun was full of envy

A little bird approaches and stood on my shoulder… 298 more words