My life was like a half-withered water-reed Swaying alone, in the winter breeze I floated between yellow and brown hues And then I fell into an ocean of purple and blue  Without a splash, I sank like a lead balloon Halfway down, I rolled over and saw a glowing half-moon Slowly, I swam back to the glimmering surface Where, I realized, ...

I’m a sour patch kid.First sour, then sweet,dancing on taste budsuntil I’m gone. I can be innocent.A slice of heavento make all your dreamscome true. Or I can be cruel.Your match made in hell,a perfect storm wrappedin a tantalizing package. A temptress full of desirebeyond imagination.A heartbreaker to leave you cold and empty. “It’s not ...

Strolling down the narrow street,Fingers interlocked in a loving gripMy love, I hear the rhythm of your heartbeatIt pounds in perfect harmony with mineThe roses sparkle with a deeper hue todayTheir fragrance saturates the air around usNature has become an entourage on our walk of desire  A few more steps in hopeful delightWe reach the ...

I don’t know what to tell youas your tearful eyes,full of hurt and spite,claw deep into my heart. “You’re not the same!”you exclaim,as you turn your backleaving me in the cold. How could I not be the same?did I transform intosome unrecognized monster,without trace of your best friend? I’m a young kindred spiritwho is as ...

there is inner space  and there is outer space I like to travel in both places life is not a race my database  is my bookcase   I have yet to embrace  the coalface  face to face  and this human race  has misplaced  the meaning of grace  and lost the paper chase  to the corporate greed of cyberspace    tonight, I’m flying to inner space  aboard my “Itmims” spacecraft  to ...

Three generations lived together under one roof as one. Then the youngest challenged the ways of the oldest. They reached no reconciliation. So, they separated – with torn hearts. A death brought them together again. At the funeral, the mind of the oldest and youngest recognized how it was, too late to live as ‘One’. ...

Heroes are overratedThe type entitledto always save a damsel. As if I, a mere maiden,need liberationfrom anythingoutside desire. I’m no mere maiden,I don’t need liberation,emancipation,or freedom. I’m a woman ofpure carnal youthtrapped insidea fragile beauty. I roam the streetsamong nakedmoonlight, waitingfor something wicked. Yes, I need a wicked,devious, villain.The one to bindme in chains. To ...

As rain drip drops in the woods, it fills my vessel. Nourishing leaves and roots, the pitter patter talks to me. And arouses sweet memories of MartaDi- my American born sister from another mother. She and I, swung this swing together. We crackled, rejoiced, and felt free to share our fondest little truths. She described ...

All I want to do is sleepThen wake up and facethe outside world. For if I give intothis tug-of-war,and face the dawn? I may as well be oneof the walking dead,no mind or soul attached. I cling to each memorypossible of you, as ifthat will save me. I grip and pull the blanketover my head, ...

Arms stretch upwards in a bid to form a shieldLegs pick up pace in search of saving sheltersShutters clap close to create a damJoyful screams echo from the lips of wet toddlers The rain is hereHer voice is the perfect harmony of baritone thunder and crackling strikesFrom the safety of my bedroom where I sitI ...