Southern Gothic
The Spanish moss hangs from the tree,A haunting, weeping canopy.The swamp is thick, the air is still,Beneath the shadow of...
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Highway 61
The white lines stretch into the heat,Where asphalt and the desert meet.The radio plays a scratchy blues,To help me shake...
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Spice and Smoke
The hookah smoke rings rise up high,Into the purple, evening sky.The tea is served in glasses small,Against the tiled, patterned...
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The Bosphorus
The ferries cross from East to West,Upon the ocean’s rolling breast.The seagulls follow in the wake,For any scraps that they...
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Street Protests
The banners fly, the voices rise,Beneath the clear and open skies.A demand for justice, loud and clear,To banish all the...
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The Andes
The peaks scrape against the sky,Where only condors dare to fly.The snow is permanent and bright,Reflecting all the morning light....
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Autumn in Warsaw
The golden leaves fall in the park,Before the early creeping dark.The monuments are turning cold,As all the passing year grows...
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Fading Memory
I cannot picture how you smiled,When I was just a little child.The details blur around the edge,A broken, unfulfilled pledge....
Read Poem“The strong friend”
They call me the strong friend. The one who never bends. The one who helps put broken hearts back together,...
Read PoemThe flower peering through cracks of concrete
Many days I walked through my withering neighborhood Our trees looking like empty nesters, not a chirp to be heard...
Read PoemSUMMER & SUNFLOWERS
Desire has done to me what summer does to sunflowers — I too, blossom into oblivion at the sight of...
Read PoemA Walk Through Simple Joys
Crunch….crunch…. Woosh….woosh…. The wind gusts as I gently push The gravel underneath my feet As I swagger down the street....
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