[tabby title="Poem"] It comes in stages,One by oneUntil we asphyxiate our former selves - Despair has a Wehrmacht of its own;It marches onward,Annihilates death itself And, then, what is leftRemains not much of a mystery:A (very, very) miserable living corpse....

[tabby title="Poem"] Once, I lost a friendTo disconnection, We floated apart on different lands:That's how I knew nothing lasts forever. Some days, I look backAnd see us having tea at a cafe: She'd talk about the days to comeWhile I...

[tabby title="Poem"] My grandmother's house reminds meGood things happen in this world. But when I step out,My shoes muddy and uncomfortable, I feel the fear avalancheOn my inconsequential shoulders; Thinking Little, afterwardsI try to quench the panic, Telling myself another...

[tabby title="Poem"] These days I don't do much,exceptaccepting what little I get from the love of my stranger. Stranger, that is what I call youmy friendwho just last month kept my fire warm and read me beat poems. I miss...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Your face is no different from the ones that hang inside of my eyelids and in the daily air; Yet, it is different In a way that is visceral enough to flow recklessly in my veins: Your...