Category: Poetry

Relevant maybe, but I’m related to a man named Sebastian, an ancestor of mine who once owned land, grew crops and hid a cowboy who had killed another man for drinking his cup of whiskey. Not that I don’t think he matters today or the men he helped along the way, but compared to you…

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The prickling and the tingling, of my overworked legs, like a little lost dog on the corner with a red collar and a dog tag with the name scratched off that has run for days. If you see me darting behind the bushes to get away from you and find relief by myself, don’t snicker…

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Open it, open it wide, wider and wider, not wide enough, even more as the wrinkly body inside flourishes. The layers, the ones neglected pulsating out and in, in and out, further out and less in, the expansion gaining momentum with every contraction. Close it, close it now, a little tighter, even more, a final…

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In the dark, night after night, I sat, uncomfortably, on the chair, the bars digging into my back.  The minutes could not be counted. There were too many, perhaps thousands or millions, it was only the absence of influence that was certain.   Deeper into the night, I closed my eyes, and invited the brightness…

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Maybe, the beauty of it is within, the substance I’ve never seen before, touched it, tasted it, or felt it brush against me. No, it has not come to me, the detachment, a flower ripped from its roots you can’t see beneath the soil. Yes, the inner strength deep within the twisting, the force that…

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This is my body in the hospital bed. It will not be awake, nor will it be sleeping, somewhere between a dream and nightmare. This is my face with tired eyes. They will not see clearly, objects will be blurry, forcing me to look elsewhere. This is my neck wanting to be scratched. It will…

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From the moment I was born, I knew, I recognized my mother’s face and my father’s toxicity pumped through my veins, thicker than blood. I tried to extract it and still something triggered change from deep within, and over time I grew accustomed to pain in the dark. From the moment I got closer, I…

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The one alone, sitting in the corner, imagining something better for himself, ask how old am I? Give me an answer, scream it if you have to in a different tongue, mouth wide open. From where you linger, to your shadow on the wall, getting closer to ignorance and resistance, with no hesitation, how far…

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We drifted far away, the two of us, down, down, down, down, down where the current carried us into unfamiliar territory. The warm body I once called my friend, who gave her back to me as we laughed, is a distant memory. You planted yourself into those who came after us, their failed stares only…

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You ask what my tongue would feel like, but I don’t have a suitable answer. No, not now.  Maybe, never.   These games you play, alone at night, I hear about them the next morning. Let me know when they stop.   You ask where my hands would rest, but I can’t tell you. The…

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All countries of the world, have their own agendas, their own appearances, the customs of the past, meeting the feelings of the present.   Wars are being fought, on all sides, between and among us, where we stand, we all eventually fall. All of us spit at the other, encouraging the snickering, knowing it is…

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For every man that wakes up, no matter what time of day, no matter what he does for a living. Here, I am. Here, I will stay. Here, I will not die, today. For every child that goes to sleep, no matter how many books are read, no matter how tight the teddy bear is…

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We were under the clouds. I stood before you, you looked at me. With your middle eye, you winked. I could not look away.   Angry with envy, green as the giant. I grew taller and stronger. Seeing through the mockery, we were eye to eye.   Night rain became dry earth. The next day,…

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