A dream on the golden horizon A gilded porch To sit and watch the universe unfold and bloom A substance flowing down over the seats A sustaining flow Of liberty and peace A warmth, submerging the spectators in the Way Until dusk’s last pastel flourish Reveals the sparkling resplinance Of our place in the universe
A slouching stillness flows from my elbows on up Memories of a rainy night Cold and dreary But warmed by years of distance And a longing for that city Perhaps not the city persay But the moment of life when I called it home When from the rooftop on warm days When the sun was …
I descended the stairs, down from the high platform level of the train station. The trains let you off at least ten stories up and the city below seemed almost melow in the purple hues of the setting sun. As I descended I began to be immersed in the chaos below, now lit by the …
Orange temple roof, Weathered by centuries of monsoon rains Amongst verdant jungle growth The saffron on monks flashed And the deep gold of Sidhartha Enthroned though unmoved Smiling down upon an ancient Former glorious capital Of a once hidden kingdom Now soaked in tears Crushed by tyrants Yearning to breathe free
The moment the subway doors opened was the moment it all fell apart for Juan Miguel. Not that he knew it, but later he’d put everything together, check dates and times, and realize that at the exact moment the doors opened at Malabia Station at 10:17 am Tuesday February 8th, 2022 his life went to …
In stepping stride I walk the same streets My foreign countenance in your native place My unaccustomed eyes Blinded by the mercury glow of the streetlights Your voice echos off canyons of concrete And your verse winds through balconies In the cool evening breeze of a waning summer I follow the fleeting scent of your …
Ox becomes Tiger The trees have shed their purple flowers A cascade of lavender fragrance Marking a subtle transition In the streetlights a single chopstick lies in a gutter Broken at the top where it was split A meal had, food consumed Now disunited and discarded Half a memory left as memorial It will weather …