Poem “Surreal”- Performed in the Wildsound Festival, Los Angeles

Poetry Performed in the WildSound Festival. Here is the link to the video. Floating and gliding endlessly with my languid self and ephemeral heart bending time like those molten clocks touching that gossamer truth with the touch of my fingertips so fleeting the enchanted filigree living on the edge between the edges of the reality dreaming …

Aftertaste

In response to the Tuesday Prompt at the GodogGoCafe As we drank and gulped the last two shots of tequila burning down my throat and numbing the pain that I have to endure from this day and ever It was part celebration and part funeral for our love memoir A celebration of all the precious joyous …

Voice

When I heard you the first time I shifted my gaze to look for you in that crowded room your deep-throated voice stirred something inside my soul and started something I didn't know   When I heard you the first time I felt as if you have called out to my sleeping soul and shook me …

The circle

From the stars we came, and to the stars we return. ― Jack Campbell, Relentless Yes this could be the truth The moment you are waiting for The quest for life The unveiling we all been waiting for You wait for this to happen To happen all your life Heart has been pounding Ears listening …

Old habits

I got too close to you I was drawn towards you like a moth to a flame My fingers were itching to touch you to feel your shiny existence I got too close to you close enough to feel the warmth of your simmering soul but then instead of feeling the cozy warm lingering sensation …

Memories

This is where it was beautiful This is where it hurts the most This is where I made the most pleasant memories That is where I regret the most This was there everything stopped This is where everything started to fester. This is where the night became the day There was where rolled another day …

Nostalgia

“how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet” ― Robert Browning Hidden between the pages of my favorite book or lying as crushed petals between those folds scenting and filling up my senses will all the nostalgia all the days and nights there have been and many more Sleeping quietly as …