the smoke was a litany
given free range to roam
to condense with water
into soil eating time
the wet earth always wet
under your father’s feet
& your feet
the smoke was everywhere
growing further towards the road
to the neighbor’s willow
under its pendulous branches
The wet earth always wet
underneath your grief
and your family’s grief
gave birth to a speck of light
so dense rows of feet
over wet earth greet you
ask you, to take another step forward
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 6:41 PM UTC
in tiny narrow corners of time, I live
the wooden chairs handmade decaying
the long stride of the clock
insignificantly ticking, I know--
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 9:09 PM UTC
hold your faith if you must, let tears stream to cleanse
whatever you need, I offer you the space in which
the smallness of all this world's troubles begin
to float in between the caustic singularities
waves experiencing birth and death; the emptiness
between star can hold all the cold dark matter that
tries to cup our hearts shut
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 8:58 PM UTC
I saw you through the window
and nothing changed: the long silent
peace, I felt expanded
and I knew you were not a thief
of tranquility
so I opened the window between us
did you see me, let my guard down ?
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 4:12 PM UTC
a magnolia hiding a top a tree
surrounded by the calm of leaves
I have tried to hide the oozing
gentleness, but still its fragrance stretches
father under the heat of a summer's day—
I was revealed
a magnolia open wide, but easy to brown
if harsh
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 4:40 PM UTC
I dream of copacabana
com minha mãe
o mar ceca de mim
o vento das mudanças
roçando dedos
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 3:51 PM UTC
The even petals of a bellflower echo softness
people walk past and rarely do they notice how tender smaller-things can be: they look at the concrete instead for grounding,
but when you float untethered, a flower and a bird, they are what know of enlightenment—
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 2:02 AM UTC
the length of a stretched out wing
withstanding wind
where were when its flurries wiped
clean the dust of yesterday widely quick
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 1:53 AM UTC
The mocking bird’s wings
their flight suspended in the quiet
of the night, I wait for time
to resume and it’s feather to move
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 1:48 AM UTC
I threw a paper airplane up and I think it’s still mid flight
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 1:46 AM UTC