My peripherals caught a small, translucent, tan spider,
weaving its way down my hair of the same color.
Quickly, I redirected its descent
away from my body
in an attempt to vanquish it.
Even more quickly,
the crusader pushed away from me
and rappelled to the countertop.
I then had the advantage of the higher ground
and could calculate its next move.
Deftly,
she pulled a fisherman’s line
from her abdomen
descending down the kitchen cabinet drawers
one
by
one.
At drawer number two she met her end on the bottom sole of my high tops.
Although she outplayed me,
moving and thinking faster than I,
she couldn’t compete with my comparatively large size
and my even larger pride.
That I might become her yacht,
ferrying her around to the vast sceneries of the world,
I could not stand.
My knee-jerk reaction to ending her
was in reality
my fear of her ending me.
And with this in mind,
I crawled away.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 12:22 AM UTC
Niño Pinto remembers me.
“Can I hug you?”
“Are you still writing?”
He nods in broken English.
“How do you like high school?”
“Still writing,” he says.
“Still writing.”
A cheap notebook
filled with poems past
never given a second look.
A second meeting almost passed,
reminds me simply that
moments stand still, time moves fast.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 12:21 AM UTC
The growing grass blade
as dew settles in morning
must bow its green head
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
laden with rain
an american robin
labors through
the sepia horizon
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
Who forgot to put the moon to bed?
For it is day
and still he looks at me.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
I am nothing
more than a reflection
that has animated itself over the water’s surface
But the picture is so much clearer
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim
like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul
like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness
like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers
like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided
like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her
Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
With iron in our blood and water in our eyes
It’s hard to explain why death we cannot defy
Because the metal that’s made us is just rearranged dirt and dust
As we as a society are ****** forward by scientific wanderlust
Perpetual drive to figure out what is human while forgetting to be a person
But the human condition worsens as we evolve to a certain urban version
A claimed advanced people with brain and brawns for power
It becomes easy to forget nature’s showers; the trees and flowers
Never forget your origins. Never forget where you come from
The Earth that made you isn't just a drum for you to beat with your thumb
With iron in our blood and water in our eyes
We lose our elemental touch as the world continues to cry
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
I carry a white noodle bowl,
carefully up to my chin.
I smile as my nose catches,
the steam so grey and thin.
I set the bowl down gently,
Because it was too hot.
and take this time to ponder,
The noodles I have got.
A small carrot captain,
rides his vessel south.
But the spoony seas are violent,
and bring him to my mouth.
Legions of green sprouts,
are armed and at the ready.
But their base was built on broth,
and therefore is unsteady.
A scallion sergeant paces,
He’s timid and afraid.
And hopelessly fell in love with,
A mushroom mermaid.
The brothy land changes,
As beef enters the scene.
And to the broccoli scouts,
this meat is only mean.
Finally the egg,
who knows he’s the best.
Will wander around the edges,
till he decides to rest.
The dinner’s duty done
I tilt the ocean east
And drain the sea of veggies
into the belly of the beast
I take the styrofoam bowl.
And poke a hole in its side.
The bowl is now found empty
All my friends have died.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
Late autumn air
wanders
through the window.
A coffee ***
clicks
and allures me awake.
The song sparrow
serenades
the sun skyward.
A stereo light
vectors
out to reach my eyes.
And the faint
patter
of rain echos against the glass
I am awake
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC