Dedicated to all spaces physical and temporal.

A mother dotes over her child who in turn takes care of her. Unconditional love.

Wrote this for a friend whose father passed recently and whose mother is now down with AD. I've seen him transform into a serious adult with all the burdens of responsibility and the toll of emotions. AD - Alzheimer's Disease- hope they find a cure soon!

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Turmoil within people often leads to conflict between people and peoples. I fervently hope we can find a sense of togetherness

Humanism or Tribalism...we must make a choice before we chuck a stone or start up our Caterpillars!!

Less than 1% of the world's wealthiest  own more than 50% of the world's wealth!!

Sometimes haiku is utterly powerful and transcendent in its compactness and simplicity

Enough violence on the citizens. A father of 7 killed while waiting to pick up his child from the school bus stop for mistaken identity and not following orders??? ***!!!

It seems at times the muses play me for the fool that I am. I wish I wouldn't be so naive and open but I am compelled to be me!

I used to have great admiration for the police...but we as a community have been derelict in watching over those we hire to serve us!

When did we allow those who serve and protect to become a fascist like vigilante force with hair trigger reflexes and military grade weaponary...to serve and protect???

Read a great book - most of which went over my head - Godel, Escher, Bach by Hofstadter. This is a attempt at a poetic representation of an Escher infinite loop geometries!

Sometimes in trying to be candid and vulnerable we share too much with the wrong ppl and then not enough wth the right ones.

Last line: a shattered image

It's really difficult to describe this Indian street food snack I was introduced to by some Indian friends on campus. These are like tortilla chips puffed up and filled with potatoes and lentils and topped with some yummylicious date and cilantro chutneys then dunkened in a hot/sour/salty/spicy cold broth and shoved in ur mouth. When u crunch down on it it is a MOUTHGASM explosion of flavors. It's the ******* of snack foods!!

Giving is receiving

Trying to move on but finding it ever so difficult. I took him more seriously than he ever took me. Dialing down emotions is not mechanical or rational! : )

The poem feels almost asyncopated and I chose my diction carefully to slow the pace down and make it almost choppy ..to reflect a disharmony of man's actions from his professed religious and lofty ideals. I left my rhyming notations to reflect the difficult pattern this poem required. a/b/a/a/b/c/b/c/b ...I'm really gravitating to short form poetry more n more. Your critique is always solicited to improve the craft! Thank you!