Poetry

  • She used to

    She used to smile.

    She used to laugh.

    She used to not care.

     

    She still smiled and laughed,

    but it wasn't real.

    She used to not care but then she did.

     

    When did it start?

  • In the Desert

    The new year came in,

    with bursts of light across the city scape,

    like a flock of birds rising 

    from the ashes of Phoenix's horizon.

     

    We, and the cacti, watch the fireworks 

    and cheer,

  • One Seven

    One

    the list, the ambitions typed into neatly folded laundry and messy buns.

    Seven

    a.m. the time the covers mute the morning-nothing is concrete.

    One

  • International Law

    We broke it.

    We broke international law.

    Gone are the rules for countries to follow in accordance to each other.

    For if we didn’t, why shouldn’t they?

    Sure, we didn’t sign on it.

    But breaking it is still wrong.

  • Lo! The world yonder and here

    Lo! The horizon's sweet light that shines on the leaves of the trees.

    The rustling of the branches softly blowing in the gentle breeze.

    The yonder rushing of the rivers across the pains and hills.

  • Gentle Notes

    The door isn't one I can see,

    Yet it grows, shifts, and deforms.

    When I started there was only silence,

    But everyday its volume grows.

     

    The door started empty,

    But over time it crescendoed.

  • Thoughts About Driving

    Sometimes driving makes me wonder 

    Sitting in a big tin box, travelling faster than a hare

    Until I reach traffic and crawl along slower than a tortoise

    We spend so, so much time

    Moving from one place to another