I think of you
because I love you
and when I am no longer
do not forget to
reMember.

Salmabanu Hatim  
Tanzanian wombed man,

said in a poetic mind, reading
the name and kind of mind we mean

realizing,
we are alive,
during times of living words,
present in one instant, to any eye…

Tall Story

works some magic, telling old
what we were told, old times

back when story seed got stored.

Stories some say old as words.

in a dream, the frozen expanse brims with colder water

but her and her father stood still as the water hummed below them, seeped through the cracks

a voice caught in the throat, a psalm for this frozen bay

as winter swells with yearning for the sparrow, for the stream.

There, in the
tide pool, dappled by
the sun is birth and death,
and the spark that continues.
It leaves mankind in the wake of regret.
What have I to do with the albatross
Or sea lion?
I can but write, while they fly and roar.
I gaze upon the Pacific from this rock,
all its mysteries and grandeur.
I am inferior, while it forever reigns with
every wave and break of light.

The road whispers softly,
Trailing the river’s edge.
I do not wish to fall asleep by the blackberry bush
Thorns surround it.
When spring returns,
The blooming peach tree
Will wait for the swallow’s black wing,
But you will not come back.

just once
I want to be called beautiful
I wont believe you anyways
but i'll want to
just once I want you to tell me i'm worth it
I won't trust you
but i'll try
just once I want you to see me
i'll pretend you weren't looking at me
but i'll know
just once I want to be told i'm perfect
flaws included
but I won't believe you