The city can harden your heart due to the toil of everyday labor and from beggars who make begging their job.   So when I witness acts of...

between sun glare and blue haze streaked with black lava- you, maddening thirsty soil- you,       tang of fr...

tangerine leaf fell not with creak-creaking sounds nor screech-screeching seagull's cries but with firm swish into the river's be...

The green leaves are still clinging to boughs Only the sudden gusts of cold wind tears the canvas to a calligraphy of sticks   beside...

The world at the other side, is drily chaotic but still a beloved motherland.   I have come for the funeral but it felt like a homecom...

I touched the dark- ness and felt the rage of heavy rains- intensity of lightning-  bleakness of shadows- Yet, I also felt light- ...

of the sky  when the heart is feverish moon grasping for air, refusing to fade in fire- storm? of his eyes when thoughts are noosed in bu...

My words are dark stones, dry and fading at night.  The burdens of city life staining my tongue ash and grey. I soak it in watercolors an...

Marmalade moon, fading by dawn's light Allay our fears in these fig-shaped hearts Garnish with herbs, root spices, sea salt Impaled...

A tree clothed in half green, half orange.  Morning sun is muted yellow, as leaves start to fall on field of green and purple wild flowers....