“Decades have passed since you last visited.
In this peaceful entity, I nurse my aching heart.
Most days at noon, I gather my silver tears,
Hoping to draw gazing stars with them.
And on weekends, I sail on shore, searching for healing and rest.” Continue reading Sister’s Sorrowful Serenade to Sista
A boy meets the ocean—and is forever changed by her mystery, rage, and revelation. Continue reading An Encounter with an Element of Life
The last time a storm brewed around this area,
It started in my heart.
The trees danced and swayed and shook
Like tall monsters howling
Baskets, buckets, clothes wiggled in the air
Like a tornado Continue reading Towards Nostalgia
I took waterfrom your lapping sea of originsand worked you into seashellsinto my mindinto my arts… I drew you in the face of glassy waters,left you sated inthe holy unity of bodies.from a single tweet, a single winkyou came to me in body like a poemand I took all of youyou took all of me in rapacious hunger of museoverpowered by fluvial writ of summons. … Continue reading Testament to Water and Bodies
On an evening swallowed by dusk,I tread a narrow path to the streamwhere many feet had trod.New steps erase the prints of those before,etching signs that whisper,Souls have treaded this route.The dusty leaves wave at me,as they are tossed by thegentle evening breeze.Getting to the lip of the river,I marvel at how it has swelled, likethe milky breast of a nursing mother;it swelled like a … Continue reading Bare Feet
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