Category Archives: Poetry

A light breeze washes away faint sounds of leaves brushing against the sky, spent whispers urging, in hushed voices, gentleness and purity. But the dead leaves on the ground and the humus teeming with ravenous creatures bent on sating their appetites … Continue reading →

Sprained egos drag themselves over self-made walls, edging ever closer to places where fences never kept courage at bay, but tried. Certainty, in dire need of atonement, spills into pools of doubt, as time erodes the barricades built of false … Continue reading →

The boy I was, looking earnestly into the camera, could not have known his passion would melt, after a thousand defeats, into painful indifference. That hopeful lad, barely in his twenties, knew nothing of failure. He believed intellect could take him … Continue reading →

That little piece of serenity you think you hide from view in the privacy of your own brain, that little kingdom over which you believe only you hold everlasting dominion, broadcasts through your eyes, its secret spilling into the air, … Continue reading →

I struggle against the wind on the desolate beach, wet sand caressing my feet, as slivers of broken silica, progeny of crystalline boulders a million years old, compete with water and seashells for their place on the planet, offering my bare toes … Continue reading →

I scan the dark horizon for signs of morning. But the low-hanging clouds, pulsing against a backdrop of distant lightning, reveal mourning instead, solemn displays of contrition too late in coming to a night too painful to remember, yet too fresh … Continue reading →

Lift that curtain of certainty to reveal a veil of doubt, a sheer screen that exposes naked pretensions of truth. Struggle through a choking web of counterfeit explanations, concealing honest skepticism behind a mountain of lies. Peel back layers of … Continue reading →

Poem #18 of the 30/30 challenge for Poetry Month Starving for color. Everything in sight is beige and grey. Every stone, every plowed field, every damn stretch of highway is a wretched monotone, devoid of color. God, I’m starving for … Continue reading →

Poem #17 of the 30/30 challenge for Poetry Month The sound I hear when chew a piece of raw celery catches my attention and makes me think about noise and its uncanny ability to distract one’s attention from what matters … Continue reading →

Sometimes I look at myself in the words I write and wonder how I came to be the way I am, how anger transformed into an active volcano, how compassion blossomed into an embrace of the downtrodden. I read the … Continue reading →

Poem #10 of the 30/30 challenge for Poetry Month (April 10) Chimeras Chimeras steal my imagination and take it on terrifying rides at night through dangerous territory, making me wonder whether the horrors are real or whether I’m just undeniably … Continue reading →