The Questioner's Pain

Once answers eluded the way my mind yearns To forever question, and ever to learn I gave myself fully to truth and to thought Now lost in a forging; my mind wholly wrought. But she told me to rather stay curious: live Never contented with answers they give. Philosophy, science,…

Fleeing Red

I run red lights without regret. The road: a winding, dark roulette And night sky falls on upraised arms. Here I am, remotest stars, And ends of earth is where you are. I'm smothered in ten thousand charms. The rushing wind hides warning; I Will risk a glance…

Compelled

Too often come the times when we must act Against our dreams, and in this choice step out Not softly nor as timid ones. In fact, We deign to boldly go despite our doubt. And love compels our footsteps: honor, trust; We cling to these as anchors in the storm,…

Illustrations of Incarnations

I know not what I say until it's there Emblazoned and incarnate, soul as ink, As heady as a garden. How I think In pen, perhaps aloud, and words will bear Those thoughts of which I suffer unaware. They weigh upon a heart that's apt to…

I'm Not Helpless

I'm not supposed to crumble like a child Dissolved in foolish tears or aching breast Or lay me down and weep for trust defiled Or to my justice cling as though obsessed. I'm not allowed to mourn my heart's distress. I am instead supposed…

And Now I've Lost the Stars

Oh God, how did the sun turn into blood? How did the lunar surface start to crack? When all I did was lay my head to rest As nightfall, soft, cascading in a flood Bespoke my eyelids, conquered, muscles slack Embraced in heavy slumber on its breast. The night breeze…

My Present Longing

I longed for summer Back in dusty rooms of woodsmoke Reveling in cocoa, briefly, But aching for days I remembered As alive And full of joys in cut grass And watermelon rinds. Summer evenings cooled to sultry theatres For fireflies on a clothesline-curtain stage. And my age Was two and…

The Queen of Arts

I gave a sacrifice of skin and bones; She slew the dragon fruit with orchid eyes Once pasted 'gainst her skull in sky-green tones. The hirsute holly held the best disguise. Now round the garden goes our best intent. Said four a.m., "the timorous must flee. For…