I wash my dishes the long knives warm under my hands smooth like my dreams and as sharp I dream of love with no loss of sex with no regret no misunderstanding I dream of beginnings of motion also of...

Elapsed Miles gone by beyond and unreachable Neatly wrapped like fresh dough inside a tsampa bowl Memories, hidden well, tucked in like a pappoose under its covers Hidden behind “doors wide open shut” Comforting it seems, yet… Yet, so belittling...

A dream deferred is not a dream idle A dream delayed brews in the heart, Causes one to stir, toss and turn in ones sleep.So many give up, Because of a dream deferred, Never realizing the secret, That a dream...

It is to defer the retina Of ones true eye, Skewed by chagrin’s Of life’s light residing in our love to be… what we dream of, however pliant there only seems to be the so called “reality” where dreaming is...