April Poetry #5

April 5 is just another day
in a year already a fourth
of its life gone. But this day
has no song, unless you want
to count the rhythm and noise
of imperial bombs sent by
the “shining light on top of
the hill”, who has always promised
the grave and the slave. April 5,
just another day where they
say all this hor…Read More

Sorry??

What does the word even mean
An apology that is supposed to be given when felt
The word does not erase the feelings
That absolute absurdity of it

As a child you were made to say your sorry
Looking in that same child’s eyes
There is not an ounce of remorse
Confusion
Anger

Adolescents are no better
Sorry rolls off the…Read More

April 5th, Ghostships Drift Through the Mind

On the 5th,
the myth of the ghostships returns
adrift,
unhurried,
moving with the slow authority
of things that have forgotten
what it means to have a destination.

They glide across the inner horizon,
full of voids and echoes
from the beginnings of time,
carrying the dust of ancient…Read More