Rewriting Memories   If I had turned around that night and went home I believe I would have ended up dead The guilt I held never left me alone Filling my head with never ending dread   If I had turned around that night and gone...

W E N S   west of east is north, where air and water meet and ice flows south, melting. elephants are learning to swim.   east of west  is south, where fire and earth meet and wolves, chasing their tails, must shed their skin.   north of south is west where air blackens in dense...

Love Sonnet LXXVIII   Color defines our world, bold, defiant colors that tells the story of our lives. We are loud in our brilliance,   alive in our textures, and warm in the way we move to the music found as color is bent as it   travels across Time. There was...

Love Sonnet LXXVII   The road is pockmarked with craters caused by bombs and rain. I travel this highway in search of   my home and you. But, Yaraa, it’s a long way home, and I’m tired, full of spiraling pain, seeing too much death   scattered along the roadside; rotted...