Look Now!

The dozen twinkling slivers,
That sliced through the open sky-
Waved majestically-
But retreated far too soon.
So that when, at last, I blinked against,
the weight of heavy-lidded eyes,
All that was left to wish on,
was the shadow of the moon.

Something of the night wind's whistle
made me remember what he once said--
a stranger's pain in grave admission
of his love wishing he were dead
and in my head the words, they flitted
colours like the sounds they made
where red meant stop not love or passion
but green meant growth not go ahead

Exploring Nostalgia

I love late-night trips to fetch small items whose luxury is often mistaken as necessity. In particular, the procurement of milk evokes strong nostalgia. I am reminded of childhood sleepovers and carefree summers, where the urge to bake at 2am would overcome us and the trips became as much a tool to strengthen friendships as a ( Read more... )

I am awake in the middle of the night, shedding tears in the dark. If someone were to walk into the room to see me slumped in my bed, covers curled around my waist, tissue-box at my side, with only the soft light from the monitor to highlight my furrowed brow and reddened nose, he or she might conclude that I am grieving. A photograph of this scene ( Read more... )

Illness may be a Consequence of Labelling Alone ( Read more... )

a stranger spoke a secret,
and i knew not what to do,
i said 'i can only listen--
but the choice is up to you'

"We forget our guilt when we have confessed it to another, but the other does not usually forget it" 
-Nietzsche

the joy is captured
not by the manufactured image
but by the muddy rainbows
underneath my fingernails

Snell's Law

I dream
an image of you
obscured by interfering waves.
your depth so distorted
i cannot grasp your hand--
even at the calculated angle.

Under the lens the glaze is only eggwhite,
the marble is mere shale,
the potions you've been brewing, base-
the only gold, locked in my eyes.
But even without forgery's aid
I cannot deny or match,
your sweet, unyielding beauty;
though imperfect under glass.