The First Hug
I don’t remember
what I was wearing,
only that everything felt
too heavy for a ten-year-old
to carry.
The world had been quiet
in all the wrong places —
no voices soft enough,
no arms open long enough
to stay.
I don’t remember
what I was wearing,
only that everything felt
too heavy for a ten-year-old
to carry.
The world had been quiet
in all the wrong places —
no voices soft enough,
no arms open long enough
to stay.
If all is ash, and only one breath remains,
let it speak not of endings,
but of patterns —
how stars learned to burn,
how cells whispered to one another
until they sang.
In shadows where silence forgets to breathe,
we find the smallest flicker —
a light too stubborn to die.
The world breaks, yes,
but so do waves —
only to return,
stronger,
to the shore.
Dear Mr. Hero
Have you won the last war?
Oh Mr. Hero
Have you caught him before?
He isn’t a sinner
But he’ll contemplate
Doing something a good man
Won’t do
How about you?
Bubbles rising higher,
Multiply through the sky,
Focusing on each one till they merge into
One big facade.
You say it was a
It's strewn on the floor
again, because I was too lazy
to throw it in the hamper
and instead it's on the carpet floor.
And it's there next time
I'm crying on the floor;
People enter, stay for a few floors,
Then
They
She has many sides
a faceted diamond
clear and shining
she drapes herself over the landscape
engulfing the cool orange of fall in her white satin robes
cold and gleaming
I cry because my love could lose her livelihood for loving me and yet she loves
I cry because to live is a gift I thought was a curse and now I refuse to die
Is violence all we now know
Can we know now how to stop this
Can we turn a table upside down
Down is up is what is the upside
What is the inside of a killer
Is their DNA barbed wire
Why’re we like this
Blue softness and warmth
Blue peace beyond all else is
A warm blue sweater
i want to be you.
i want to unzip myself
and step into your skin.
wear your smile like armor.
speak with your voice
and not feel it shake.