Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Heart-sensors extra sensitive, picking up mixed signals of every human emotion, eyes brim with unidentified sadness but do not spill over, for tears that mix simultaneously with happiness get recalled to the cauldron to start over in the feelings-concoction, stirred not by hand but all that I am, have been through, have yet to see, … Continue reading Mystery to Me
She is the sun; he, the moon. Her radiance sustains the whole galaxy: her rays embrace all. "She will never notice me." Her light reaches him though, making him feel he is aglow himself. "She is out of my orbit, the entire universe's mademoiselle." Day and night, he thought of her and ways he could … Continue reading Solar Love Story
Sips of sangria mix with my blood, passion red, and raise my sensual powers ten-fold when the bass and beat pulsate from within, and when the rain hits my skin, I laugh at lightning, challenging it to ignite me even more, and you watch me from inside confined within walls and man-made dance floor, for … Continue reading Sangria Mix
The sky matches my moods today: confused, swirling with lights and darks rising and sinking simultaneously like the sun and moon, clouds bright with hope, the linings that I focus on amidst the showers and storms, not able to grasp these morphing, clouded emotions, so I walk on. Poem and images … Continue reading I Walk On
The winds in this breaking of dawn are especially gusty but warm and further stir up my heart. My feelings for you are this moon behind the clouds too swiftly moving, and it's getting harder to hide and deny that I desire to hop upon them and have them carry me to … Continue reading This Stirring
My roots, my veins, my soular capillaries, every inner and immeasurable part of my being craves, thirsts, seeks the quenching that only feelings bring, for to feel is life as well as the meaning. I choose to only feed from now on on the good and happy things, so move me, sky, flowers, trees, … Continue reading Alive
The stars are probably out, but they don't seem to call me through the slits of my blinds like they used to... or is it me? Are these dreams fading, retreating, turning back, folding back into me? Have I put them away in those vaulted chambers of my heart, along with those other things that … Continue reading Dream Pulse
The romanticized, nostalgic idea of there being no place like home tugs on our heartstrings in the clicks of Dorothy’s iconic ruby slippers. I can’t help but wonder, though, what that ideal vision of home looked like in the minds and hearts of viewers then, and what it looks like now. At the time this … Continue reading Slipper Clicks and the Timeless Wish
Poor, Poetry... so mistreated, defeated, cheated, unliked, stigmatized, chastised, degraded, underrated, unappreciated neglected, rejected, resisted. Why? Too sly? Dry? Confusing? Unamusing? Don't you realize what Poetry has to offer? Especially if you're the author? If you have feelings, you are qualified to write it. Close your eyes. Don't overthink it. … Continue reading In Defense of Poetry
