Listen to the forest
It speaks
Not in the language we know
Birds singing
Leaves bustling in trees
Dancing with the wind
It blows, whispering
“Come with me, come home,”
The ground releases a crunch
As a hard foot presses down

If I sit here long enough
Will I become one of the branches
Of the tree?
Is this how they all got here?

White mountain
Nested between two trees
The sun cast
A shadow on the page
As my hand writes
The grass shapes round’ my feet
I am cold
Rays of sun give bits of warmth
White mountain stares steadily
Gaze unwavering,
unending
I try my best to stare back

I love you!
You love me
We love all
And all love us
But the trees are all gone now, and few animals  left
Babies  born
with no hate in their heart
raised to remain the same
But the water is rising, and the flames grew too high
Humans have reached enlightenment
Just in time for the world to die

I cannot write of love, or poetry, or stars
I cannot creep into the dark abyss
I cannot seep into the sink with yesterday’s cabbage
Help me, I am burning in the oven!
-My Pizza

I ride the train along a coast
My body seated in the observation cart
Level with the grass and sea, I am a zoo animal
I am a tourist, I am mindless.
I watch the land and stare at old shacks
Migrants work
Hunched over in strawberry fields
There is a grapevine, but I cannot find any wine

The girl came in a dream to me
night after night
with red and pink roses in her hair
and freckles in her eyes
she held my hand tight
leading me away with her sweet, sweet song

You turned my insides into roses
when you left they died
and thorns sprang out to my innards

The sun which once warmed me
scorched my skin to leather

Winds of nourishing air dried my throat
and took with them my ability to breathe

The water which washed me
turned my skin to mud
and drown me