Fear is in the Mind of the Beholder, a Poem

You haven't read The bodies of work I expend salt water over It is not because you are cruel Nor is your voice a myriad vipers Clutching, clinging, stinging At every mistake Rather, I am afraid your harmony May one day sound akin the cacophonous criticisms That I judge myself with daily Photo Credit: https://www.pexels.com/@pixabay

The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur, A Book Review

Heart-breakingly beautiful. Beautifully heart breaking. I'm not sure which one is more apt in the case of Rupi Kaur's work "the sun and her flowers". Even with having read, and reviewed, her debut collection "Milk and Honey", I was still unprepared for the ways that it would impress on me. It moved me to the… Continue reading The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur, A Book Review

Transmuter, A Poem

Counting the times I tried Transmuting my lead heart to Gold, with foot-and-hand digits Would take armies Photo credit:¬†https://www.pexels.com/@pixabay  

Lilies, A Poem

God (or whoever) granted the blossomage of lilies only two days Emerging from the pond, the flower opens pearlescent off-white At night fall it closes to guard itself The twilight of the bloom begins the next day It opens with petals pliant and pink Then closes a final time, jettisoned into the lake The pilfering… Continue reading Lilies, A Poem

Hands and Other Torture Devices, A Poem

Martin Luther King Jr and Ghiath Matar Instructed in the ways of peace Met untimely deaths at the hands And other torture devices of their aggressors Who would've benefited from their continued oppression The roses Matar handed to Syrian solders along with water Could not protect him against the whims of evil Dreams benevolent and… Continue reading Hands and Other Torture Devices, A Poem