Month: December 2019

Asphalt River

Leaves begin to scatter—

scraping across the asphalt.

The sound of a river

coursing through my street.



Ebbing with the wind

I wish I can toss my memories into the current

but they will eventually

find their way back to me.


Sleeping with Stars

Sleeping with stars

always awaken my thoughts.

We relate so sensibly.

tears streak in the dark

clouded when lost

dim as hope—

barely out of reach.

Quilted constellations

ease tired eyes.

Lullabies of

wishes and prayers

carry my dreams tonight.

On Display

Armed with a grey scale of thought,
my eyes bleed magenta.
I’ve felt the warmth in blue,
burned by the intensity of white,
misled by red,
questioned yellow—
yet I remain
translucent to anticipation
in display for the eyes of the world


Pillows of cut
bananas and assorted berries
adorn the mattress of batter
Warm and conforming 
a satin sheet of syrup
evenly spread
from the comfort of my bed.