Anecdotally

I cerebrate on patterns of human presence, but having soared the thirty-two winds over twenty thousand daybreaks, I cannot reason with air poisoning my lungs and chemicals slowly eating my eyes,…

Laughing

You think                             you know me,         grasping at                    my nothingness,   it’s all that  …

Narratives

We shared familiar spaces, ritualistic clusters converging on weekend specials where earthy aromas provoked our palate sensibilities,   nudging each other for a closer peek at open market delicacies, manners…

I Dared

my hundred years               never seemed               a likely script,   being home                                 means I live        or die another                   sleepless night   on the streets—                 …

Footprints

Long ago dream, perhaps a spatial vision, I stood before this door. No footprints in or out, the destiny never traveled—my reprieve from a muted void.   Repetitions of myself…