The nylon strings have become more visible With the ascent of the blinding light. With more eyes to see than there are wills unleashed. Becoming a me...Read more

"Not hopeless if you are less than 21." - Ezra Pound What is the wealth of my experience? I wonder, with what speed should my heart fall, How man...Read more

Today I will dance around like a rag doll to Coltrane. My Favourite Things spilling out of a saxophone as if favor was a liquid. I won't be able to ...Read more

when i say love, it's in the kiss that forever lingers on your lips, in the touches that promises not to fade. in my firm eyes, that wavers not. whe...Read more

No one gives a damn about a poem until they need a poem — Omotara James. No one writes a poem because they want ...Read more

when I say love I open my hands instead of my mouth. love is something I offer you like a lit match or a seed pressed into your palm for the garden b...Read more

When I say love, you are my poetry. I cherish you from the very first draft, written with my favorite pen. Dear to my heart, close inside my pocket, l...Read more

When I say, "love," What do you hear? When I say, "I love you," Is it just a middle syllable Like a metronome beat, Semantic satiation? Or do you fe...Read more

Let's read this poem together. Where Dust Never Collects by William Bortz when I say love, I mean I wait at the door for you to arrive; I...Read more

Your truth and mine are double-edged swords— tides in different synchronicity They see lies in what the other bleeds for. They see the fault in the h...Read more

I did not choose this shape, but it is mine. the river moves slowly, softening what it loves until it is smooth. have patience. it will take years of...Read more

Great fortune will follow you. You will eat the heart of a horse in winter. You won’t have to pray twice. Every mountain will unclench its jaw...Read more

Get used to being carried everywhere. Sunlight and rain are both your companions. Sometimes you'll be forgotten. Sometimes you'll become the one every...Read more

A dried well sits along a sugarcane mill, on a stretch of land encompassing three dialects. You see kids rolling tires and tubes, medieval games in ...Read more

Your hands are warm, while I shiver in cold and snow. Your cheeks blush crimson. Pull me close like a magnet. Melt me into your embrace.

It began with a wonder, A desire, An unrequited love, The pursuit of something; Perhaps— A longing to be heard, To emerge From the surging torrent, T...Read more

Too much rain, the roots replenished; the sugar cane sprouted into trees. Palm rolls for the new growth, Palm trees from balconies. Rain is nourishmen...Read more

I am not meant to be consumed in sips. Swallow me whole.

Suppose fate misplaced us, you and I, both miserable, holding on, yet never close enough to become each other's pulse. Young, foolish, and unbearably...Read more

It ebbs and flows. Your vacancy assails my lofty bungalow. I still pace those halls where we used to play hide-and-seek, where the throes of the worl...Read more