Read my works

She sinks like fire, shooting drops of gold— they strike and scatter, sparks on asphalt.…

Know me, worried soul, and let your mind find rest in peace, for in me there is no mocking evil role,…

What lies within me no man knows; her shy face shall, at a glance, sweeten bitter woes.…

Shepherd, Have you seen a fortress shaped by sand and stone Raised in majesty upon a limestone rock?…

I shall teach you the senses and taste: That your body is not meant to be touched by this. The skin embraces with care.…

And it shall be at the end of my life, And I shall ask how I fell. Comfort me, comfort me,…

A brainstorm in the dead of night, The thunder of aircraft Destined silence to its end.…

They are still not here. They are not amongst us. You and I are here,…

I lose myself within her as in a maze, In her short verses, in her silences, And hurry to set upon paper…

Their eyes like peepholes in a front door, Suspicious and narrow. Masks made in China,…

The hour is late, Mother has laid us down to sleep, yet I do not close my eyes, I only watch the window keep, for you have not yet come, nor given me a kiss good night.…

At times I rise above routine’s embrace, In fragile silence softly draped, I dwell, I yearn to breathe my words with purest grace,…

Curate in a sealed box what with forgiveness you have graced, And all the rest—discard as needless waste. You remember.…

I saw— A pillow of kohl drifted through the holy palace blue. Flowers burst upon the stalk of a wayward grass,…

A stump of a tree trunk— Thus looks a man. With no crown, tears pour forth…

Facing me, the document. You chose a font, typists, Factually impartial,…

“Once upon a time,” he starts without fail, at the crowd’s behest he would try, to elicit a tear or a smile, a tale to tell,…

She will love you in her memories, Upon squares of beauty, Her legs barefooted tread,…

You are woven through my life, like the hollow of my home, Guarding the grace of your youth as generations fade. Your touch upon my body, even if unfelt, you roam,…

I will not stop. There are pages left to write, Perhaps whole volumes,…

"Draw me a bouquet,” she asks, “A green stem, each leaf refreshed with a bead of dew, Flowers in every color of the rainbow—draw them for me,…

Forgive me, land, I do not know to write poems on clods of earth. Thy rocks are hard, thy brooks deceiving,…

Wear dark glasses, hide a tear, do not cast toward me a loaded gaze.…

Write it all in blood. Laugh scorn. Scream pain.…

When will you cease to part? When will it be enough? Enough standing in the doorway, waving farewell,…

My friends, my shepherds, like lions, knew not to retreat, Nor now will they stray like sheep. I shall walk upon thy hills, through thy valleys, along thy horizons,…

Life is sad and beautiful. He…

A cube knocking against the glass-made pier, a nectar of gods is poured. The evening is over, the tension too,…

Winter, will you not have mercy on your son? Will you rob me from embracing those I love? You have swallowed many, pardoned none,…

I saw here an invisible man, He lay there, On a bench in a street, noisy and grand,…

She will boil loud in her heated, wrathful furnace, had she only been gentle, quiet, and listening from dawn to he who sings, all faithful as even the colors of the rainbow with its archness,…

Give me my darkness, with light and noise absent, there I shall see you clearly.…

She is a cup of pure water, her drops the love of maidenhood. The touch of your lips upon the edges of her tender cheeks…

I will not blame you for that you were, I too once was for my parents,…

I long for that vacant summer feel, for the evening breeze surrounding my face with contemplation, for the rustling of green leaves upon a hill,…

A woman beautiful as marble, a curve of stone descending her back between twin hollows, Iron scrollwork at the meeting of her thighs, standing tall against the wind,…

I fear only silence. Let the carriages screech their brakes toward me on a track of steel,…

Strum and range, singular to me all around, Spirited wind, give me proper tremor to dance. I will be swept off by your tuned sound,…

Our journey, like a pair of dewdrops in a cloud, glided, drifting till rains poured us down, in dawn's leak upon a fresh flower bud,…

If truly I could choose only you, my hours would surely be lighter, and I would not be a regret-stricken man…

A wide-eyed father looks upon a fragile newborn, caressing body and hair, a serene mother, radiant with bliss,…

What is love if not death? What is time if not measured love, sweetening its moments like a thief of water,…

On nights of the full moon, the fish rise onto the shore and dance. Some will never return…

A man without flaw, like the petal of a flower in bud, as never bloomed in all its days.…

We have already tried different tunes, but the chorus always returns—…

Truth and mercy cannot dwell beneath the same roof. The ceiling shall collapse,…

There are words that wrap around you like down, until you want for nothing but to revel in their warmth.…

A blank lined notebook This is how we all begin Someone believed in us enough…

Break the window. Why wait for it to cave? Crack it like an old man’s face—…

From the moment I learned those two words, I learned love. You gave me the words to grieve, to rejoice, to hurt, to uplift, to question, and to wonder.…

A gate opens before me. The weeping willow stands in its corner, gazing down upon the garden. Its beauty coaxes me into forgetting the sorrow of the descending evening.…