Broken

I have a friend who tells me she is broken, as so many pieces, shattered and scattered across the years, and I must admit I feel this way at times. There are moments when I am weak, finding myself alone in so many ways, despite the comforting words, the presence, even the intimate embrace of … Continue reading Broken

A Series of Short Bursts of Varying Frequencies

* I am not crazy, Though the argument could be made; Some days I feel As if love is the same, A madness, accepted The difference the name. ** What often impedes Is what cannot be seen; We are more than just objects And there is far more Than distance between. *** As the day … Continue reading A Series of Short Bursts of Varying Frequencies

Through the Hard Winter

Lykke tells me That in Iran There is a saying: Stand and resist in hard days just like "sarv" (the evergreen), let nothing wither your greenery. Not only is this a beautiful statement of resilience, But it is also another sign to me That we are all not so different As we are alike; This … Continue reading Through the Hard Winter

Milestones

This piece was written in collaboration with the light-bringer Lykke, my dear friend whose prose inspired a deluge of thoughts and actions, as well the words below. My sincere thanks to her for all we have discussed and all we still have to learn from each other. Lykke: Milestones… When my day starts here Your … Continue reading Milestones

On a Sunday Morning in October

There is a soul sickness in the church. I can smell it on them As they stumble in to the American Legion on Burma Ave And proceed to verbally and emotionally abuse the serving staff Then retreat to their huddled circles To debate whether their all-encompassing love Could ever be extended to those whose values … Continue reading On a Sunday Morning in October

Each With Their Own Story to Tell

Do we not all exist As figures in a grand portrait Captured Each second In a cosmic still-life Our lives existing Within As well as between Each vibration Each motion Each advancement of the scene? We are all here Together Huddled On an improbable And utterly awesome Sphere of space debris That is spinning through … Continue reading Each With Their Own Story to Tell

On the Value of Positive Interaction Between Dissimilar Entities, or The Unfolding Tragedy of the Modern Human Interplay

I have come to believe, or at least suspect, that one of the many major flaws with our current social structure and indeed our current status as a race of human beings that will be uncovered by future generations (should there be any), is that there is a serious lack of positive interaction, perhaps able … Continue reading On the Value of Positive Interaction Between Dissimilar Entities, or The Unfolding Tragedy of the Modern Human Interplay

On Nights Such as This

On nights such as this You can see the stars Shining down Unobstructed From such distant spaces Breaking through to be perceived Despite the ever-present city lights And at times like this I cannot help but feel As an ant Insignificant Crawling meaninglessly Through the obscurity of daily life But then I remember That even … Continue reading On Nights Such as This

Oh, But in the Soft Twilight

On the horizon Where earth and ocean meet the sky Where two worlds collide This is where my heart resides Always at the divide If you pay attention You can see it in my eyes. The sun and the moon Indifferent in their ways Are unaware this place Ignorant their position As they drift aimlessly … Continue reading Oh, But in the Soft Twilight