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Visual Poetry

  • A towel that wraps all the way around my body, A few choices in my size, trousers that fit my hips without drowning my ankles, being seen for who I am.
  • Walking with ease down the ariplane aisle, being visible on the dance floor, doctors that take me seriously, a straight answer.
  • Ahead of me was an abyss. I was walking the plank, No, running, Diving head first with a bachelor's degree parachute Through pitch darkness. It changed as I fell, and I changed, And though I could sense the ground beneath me I never found my footing...
  • Now below me the ground still sways, But it might be the ocean. I can float for a while. The floor creaks with every step I take, I'm on the deck of a cruise ship, Someone, somewhere has a destination in mind, But I can get to where I'm going along the way.
  • These feet may not be on solid ground, But old words echo in my ears, "Why do I need them if I have wings to fly?" And in fact, I am tired of walking.
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  • How is Death so final but its grief so unending? How is Death so immutable and grief so ever changing?
  • How is Death so absolute but its grief so hesitant, so skeptical, so persistent, indecisive, inconclusive, still discreetly lingering?
  • When the order is a strange man & then no lock & then me Why must I recall the memory of my greatest strength, my own raw terrifying power just to feel safe?
  • The doors to the haunted closet are sturdier than iron gates, and yet can be blown open with a whispered word
  • Here hang the ghosts of unrequited love & the souls who wait for freedom till near departed. Piled here are the demons of hell's fury , a mother and a father's wrath, the shame of untimely racing hearts the guiltful taste of true love's nectar.
  • No crack to light these dusty floors, no rainbow to cast upon this sunken skin. No window but the sounds of the outside world, Whose dangers, at least, can not hurt who stays within.

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Published Works

Below are some of my published flash fictions. If you’re into spiritual stuff – go for Memory Game! Historical – Two Below. Both – Iron Chariots.

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