I’m unfinished,

a rough copy of life to be done,

unpolished edges exposed

to a fragility undisclosed

in the fine print,

my defects exposed

to quietly atone

into a piece of flint

roughly shaped

and left unfinished,



August 20, 2019

“until we do what has not yet been done, what has not been done shall remain undone”

― Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

A Part of All

We are the cosmos made conscious and life is the means by which the universe understands itself

A Part of All


Of everything a part to be

like roots my cells spread across

this vastness, a cloth

that wraps me tight.

Sometimes I’m light

that softly filters through the blinds

and chase away leftover dreams,

sometimes I’m dark as night

and hide in corners

from prying eyes,

sometimes across the skies

like clouds I pass

and then it seems

I fly and free at last

like seeds I spread across

of all we are a part to be-


August 18, 2019

“We’re all flames in the fire.

We’re all stars in the sky.

We are night and day and

Winter and Spring.

We are Everything.”

― Kate McGahan





I wait for the wagon to come

won’t need restrains, docile I turn

willing to end this turmoil.

A beginning, an end, a return

to a wound where I’m safe.

My precious, how lost is my mind

like a worm in the soil

without eyes, with a twist

all becomes but a shadow,

and I’m blind.


August 4, 2019

“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”

― Edgar Allan Poe

Something More


Something More


A yearning for something

that never was what was,

and I search

and I find

but never is mine

and I yearn

something else

that never was what was,

and I search

like before

but could never define

and I yearn

something more

that never was what was.


August 4, 2019

“Why do you so earnestly seek

the truth in distant places?

Look for delusion and truth in the

bottom of your own heart.”

― Ryokan

By the Ocean


By the Ocean


Let me die by the ocean,

take the sound of the waves

to my grave made of sand.

Be so jealous the land

when I’m buried among shells

with the sound of the seagulls

instead of querubin angels

in perpetual afterlife,

for I came out of water

always reaching for skies,

but let me die by the ocean

and from water I’ll rise.


August 3, 2019

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me

The cold and sparkling silver of the sea —

We two will pass through death and ages lengthen

Before you hear that sound again with me.”

― Sarah Teasdale

Awake, aware


Awake, aware


How do we get over

those things

that stick to skin

and itch at night

awake, aware…

For every change

and every affair

it leaves a thing

that sticks to skin

and itch at night

awake, aware.


August 3, 2019

“Something is gone.

My sleeping capsule, my red and blue zeppelin

Drops me from a terrible altitude.

Carapace smashed,

I spread to the beaks of birds.”

― Sylvia Plath, Ariel

A Reflection


A Reflection


I avoid my reflection,

lost in the noise of a crowd

I gulp down a few drinks

with the base playing loud

through my bones

disappointments scattered

leaving dreams all splattered

on the stained dancing floor.

And I dance like a whore

trading wants on my feet

while avoid a reflection

through a glass all distorted

and my mind all contorted

finds sweet solace

in the loud steady beat-


August 3, 2019

“Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you’re just a reflection of him?”

― Bill Watterson