Every time I write a lineI take some more spaceI create a limbA jawI am hollowAnd fainted in real worldI create myselfOnly in poetry.

Love Sonnet LXVIII   If I wrote you a poem, would you hear me? Would you read me, swallow my metaphors, kiss my similes into oblivion? I only   have words to offer, words filled with allegories, stories of how the moon holds my haiku, hoping to be next...

Piano Cello Interludes   I am listening to music, piano with cello interludes, thinking about you. I hear the passionate sadness mourning from the cello as the piano weaves hollowness and melancholy from black and white minor keys. I feel the disconnect between the requiem’s movements and the reality of an alive,...

I shall not forget the moment the light died. The glow of the candle pinched. The stout wick breathes out a fluttering string in defiance of death.   But it was time to die. It was time to breathe to death. What do we all think, When...