August 21, 2017


this is no poem

the love and lust of language

lies buried

between the lines

leaving behind traces of better times

the words unravel

at the tip of my tongue

at the edge of my thought

and I sink deeper

into a silent sea

where the calm is the storm.

#101DaysofPoetry Day 8

August 17, 2017


I am one whole of a half

All but one

and then some

Between a cozy oblivion

and a searing chaos

I am what you call

A piecemeal person

This patchwork persona

is my design

A cannibal with a conscience

and an uncertain taste

I taste of contradictions

The twin flavours

of love and loss

A shifting gaze

that finds stories

yet unresolved

And voices that speak

more and less

than what you hear

I am, it seems

both the ruler and the ruled

I lead, by example

my rebellious tools

And hold my own

in this no-man’s land

As long as I can.

#101DaysofPoetry Day 7