Beside me on the window sill, the devil and the angel sit — On the edge of the parapet, jazz fills the air like sandalwood of the forest, empty yet fragrant, things become immobile, still, pigeons land to feed on crumbling, for the time being. I think of yesteryear and when we sat on the sofa, striking each strand of hair that hadn’t fallen…

A poem — Coincidence rules when you don’t have a chance, circling around it’s prey, life happens in the blink of an eye, before you know it you are being digested, ingested by the turbulent hands of time and regret. Inside, you are nothing but free, souls walking amongst others searching for a way…

A poem — Honesty is crude, where are we at, jostling contradictions inside the foreboded self, hosting old and new in the face of destruction, usurping the ocean in front of waves. Jacob climbed the ladder, little red and the wolf, the world spins in synchronicity, yet happenstance, happens. Rosters full of agendas…

A poem — Based on beauty, things seemingly come together, petal by petal you abuse your power, arising dawn in the powdered sky, a slight citrus scent lingers in the air. Necro, what the heck, what in God’s name, which butterknife did you use and why not with bread, instead, tested by time in the…

A poem — Where there are seasons leaves are ever present so, once they fall then they renew, as with life, befitting for a changing world, perspectives reborn, conclusions come at the end of desperate terror. Consistent are the times, even through change there are patterns, snowflakes demonstrate that geometry is sacred, scared that a…

A poem — Knowing cannot be undone, troubles over turbulent waters are done, here, we sit in our vestibule and ponder, nevertheless, our ways as mother and daughter, have they really progressed? Knights have passed on, chester to the field, understanding life in chaotic yet fashionable ways, we parted and that’s okay, if one has no…

A poem — Facing deep insecurity, washing away sins, crosses bore at the tingent of past life, fantasies shattered like the euphoria of stained windows, pews stretch for miles like blue green algea on the shore. Depending on life, depending on fate, racing through our minds and defeaning to the ear, our predictions come true…

The other side of the story, the contradictions, and hope — At a Loss Today, you failed your exam, you feel a loss. Tomorrow, you fail your drivers test, and feel even worse. The next day, comes the loss of a dear friend and you are falling apart. That’s perfectly normal to be honest yet it stings so much. …

A poem — A fascination with the inner world, often precludes the imaginative self, it is then that we come to the grapevine of thought, often we fall into the trap of existence. Lovers meet, come and go, expectations are shattered at the get-go, normalcy returns after hearts are bruised, confused, so confused. …