Maybe it’s time I delete you from my text messages; Maybe it’s time I scrub you from my skin, the kisses you would have planted down my neck. I can close my eyes and see you in your black tank top, the sun warming our backs, a dozen freckles sprinkled on your shoulder. Continue reading “Brooklyn Bridge”
Tag Archives: sky
A Thought
why go to the grand canyon when I can just look up at the sky? May 8, 2017
Sitting at LACMA
We are never stuck in ourselves my feet planted on concrete connected to ambivalent sky as the trees sway to the rhythm of wind that played on my ancestors’ cheeks. June 13, 2015
through my window
the intersection of tree and sky, the lines they paint across pale blue horizons while two black specks of bird chase each other. *** Truth, expanding over snow-dipped houses– it will never be found beneath my pen. *** the earth knows things my mind cannot see. *** but I can still sit back, exhale, and soak in theContinue reading “through my window”
Eclipse
One must read the signs carefully, my child– it is not every day the sun and moon touch lips and then part ways. Do no let one chase the other in vain– follow their footsteps into the sky and realize your own emptiness, your own infinity, your own basic goodness stretching out like aContinue reading “Eclipse”
You
So you– you– want to write a poem? Start by walking out your front door and saying hello to every face you meet: bird in the sky, leaf on the lawn, a summer wind falling gently over you and you still– still– want to write a poem? After an over-worked day at theContinue reading “You”
Be
the stars light up my sky every day, every night– even when I cannot see them, I can hold them in my hand. for I have been hurt, but my light still shines. suffering is a cycle. let us observe it; let us end it… you’re allowed to stop fighting. NovemberContinue reading “Be”
Peace
A word that unravels so much with time, a world that simply defines itself through the one holding the feather-tipped pen, the charcoal ink dip it in and let it flow like a long river, down every muscle and thread that keeps your mind intertwined, because that’s half your sky: body and a little pinkContinue reading “Peace”
Reaching Joy 