I was the Daughter of Wands Head held high, future unknown How presumptuous to assume we are not like the tiny plastic toys from quarter...

the smell of cardboard is choking me today pale brown mountains with dusty snowfalls and ridges of permanent marker partially obscure my...

We are still waiting. A sound mind is: oblivion, says a man. Grinning, he’s eating his fish raw. It’s noon, The sun is not moving above...

On the odd, warm, yellow November day, my vision will fade out. There is music. Yes, there is voice. There is my mother. She is laughing....

Craggy cliff faces cave to the ocean’s commanding caress Waves tirelessly trample towards titanic rocks that tower against them Little by...

A figure of trepidation, With it’s agonizing stare. Never righteous enough To continue in its rivalry With the silence of unknowns....

When the house burned down The insurance didn't cover it. We moved to the house in Bombay I thought we would die here. At the time, it...

deriving your constant disaster seeking reason to hold second nature a candle to the scorching death of your pleasure ames forging the...

Just how tender is the night When I’m guided only by your pull And a map that’s dotted by celestial lights? The fright excites and fever...

I spied her on a cloudy day A wish awash, a separate way For while I watched the widow wane A blurry blotch, mine eye betrayed I faced...

In my stoic madness and indifference There is a certain balance, A defiant ambivalence A rebellion, why, it truly is! I am but a wild hog...

Emptiness pitch black a formless scream Primal. Primordial. An eternity of unbridled chaos when new virtues take form from the rich...

I’ve become an aesthete, Face to face with an ineffable beauty. My love is a labyrinth Created by Venus to teach me that There is more...

Hey there, little bird From what do you fly? 'My life,' he said, 'But I don't want to die.' (Why am I frightened of these paper-cuts on...

colorful eyes; seeing where you are in the reflection of their gloss. a shine that glistens like the sandy shores, a secret buried under...

*buzzBUZZ. Bouncing around the interior of my mid-morning brain in a carbonated fit. Thoughts of material acquisition, extra shit. Chill...

My demons are mostly made of desire and curiosity. The curiosity of things I've been against my whole life, Things I should be against...

looking for a girl. She has brown hair, but dyes it shades of blue and violet from time to time. Her hair coils, but she straightens...

dawn’s approaching, outside, the psithurism’s heard, my wholeness already swathed by the morning breeze; as if inviting me on a sound...

Pack away the sombre guitars; love ne’er plays to the darkness. Orchestras are disbanded and fall, pianos lose black keys and white ...