My brother swings open his office door, and a gecko scurries along. They trade looks. Briefcase slides off his sweaty palms, and he sits at the edge of the chair. What if she jumps on to me? What if she hangs from the ceiling to fall into my lap? I still remember that lizard. I ...

“What is your favorite color?” “Black,” Baize answered. Oliver lifted an eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair. “Black is not a color. It’s actually the absence of color,” he said. “Every color has its own wavelength. Black nor white have a specific one.” Baize stared at him for a moment.  “Thanks for the ...

I cannot return to my sleep; the flamingo in my dream lingers in my brain. I lie awake in bed for some time, twiddling my thumbs and watching the window curtains gently flutter. Then I notice an envelope hanging from one of the curtains with a paper clip. Tiptoeing so I don’t startle my escort, ...

A man comes homefrom the outside world. He beams at his wife, and his heart glowsHis family is the reason for his struggle throughout the day,The reflection of his achievements is ingrained in his family He doesn’t need his wife to whisper words of love,even though they sound pleasantHis wife is his pleasureHe doesn’t need ...

Bud says to neighbor Flower, “When I grow up, I will be pretty just like my Mama.” Flower replies, “How do you know what your Mama looked like?” “In my imagination, I think she must’ve been the brightest.”   “You are right. Your Mama’s ephemeral life was the best our bunch has known. On the ...

Cool air from the fan caresses my cheek,thin nostrils suck the draftand repel itas an afterthought.Hurried fingertips play the keyboard,and curious eyes follow the characters on the screen. After a while,Rosy lips curl in a smile –A poem is born. Can you hear its pulse?

How do you grieve the loss of someone who is still alive? That’s a question I’ve asked myself every day for months now. As a kid, everyone thought that my family was perfect. Even when money was tight, food was on the table and we always had new clothes; I still missed my emo band ...

Trees silhouetted against a brightening sky cry, as the storm still lingers on the tip of their leaves. Drip, drip, drip. They soak the forest floor. An orange spider feels a plop on his head. Another plop. Yet another. He looks up at the crying community. His tentacles shiver. A fluttering hummingbird rests her wings ...

I am more than frustrated Panic mode has been activated, and the off switch still can’t be located  Yet I left this issue unstated… I have stayed animated, even when I’m feeling aggravated People are so used to the illusion I have created Things only get more complicated…

In every second there is a moment In every moment there is a heartbeat Within every heartbeat, the next moment lives  Lava comes and goes As our world Continues to flow There is a soft edgeTo every hard stone All the world is greenAlong my soul’s causeway The tree’s rustling voicesAre nature’s welcoming roar