Monday, April 18, 2016


fretting fog
yellow garden path
abandoned street
time to spread the sky  
on a table in the evening   
the point placed to follow the logic behind glass windows and october

this massage muzzle after the rising edge
to soften the yellow smoke
glass windows modify minutes curled around the known
inverse time you've known them all

I am the night
interfere in the morning

the afternoon and the way we know
already know
more voices under the eyes think
fall death to know that my music
dare to measure my life   
you're all I started

sleep peaceful quiet distress
afternoon lunch   
a well-known sea window through the narrow streets in the evening
to see the long dirt finger implementation    

tired cry of the prophet authority
imposed quickly   
ocean at sunset time  
as I smile then
not Prince Hamlet
I have another song
I wake to sleep in the voice of the wind blowing
people do not think uh water

we drown
scarf beach stroll

Source poem: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014


I remember
Her little hands 
Clutching the edge
Of her playpen;
Her toes as she tried 
To climb 
The mesh 
That surrounded her.
I watched from far,
Caught her before 
She fell over the edge.

I'm watching,
I watch myself from far.
Caught in the dark mesh of grief
That surrounds me
My hands holding on,
As I try to climb out.

I hope I can catch me,
If I fall.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Two of Us


in thoughts,
in questions
with no satisfying answers,
in complex contradicting realities,
in an existence
where day after day
it becomes clearer
that body and soul,
companions in journey,
will never unite.

Who am I?
Am I anything
in your day?
I am a face,
that follows you
in a desert
eyes that read you,
mind that sees beyond,
body stuck in place and time.


Thursday, March 29, 2012

I look around,
and though
I cannot see you,
you are here.

You could be anywhere
in this city,
driving, dining,
with friends,
in the arms of a loved one.

Wherever you are tonight,
you are here.

Friday, February 10, 2012


close eyes
not to sleep,
but to re-live
parts of days.
spirits behind faces,
words said,
thoughts heard,
differences, similarities,

we were separated only to unite.

Saturday, January 21, 2012


Gone... Lost...
Darkness... Ship... Sea...
Alone, all alone…
Questions... No answers…
Wind... Cold...
Pain... Unbearable pain…
Barely surviving...
Hanging on…
Just one more day…
Faces... Noises... Strangers…
Try... Keep trying...
Smile... Pretend…
Remember... Dream…
Think... Try... Think…
Work, work harder…
No way…
Give up…
Waves... Drown...
Sun... Sand... Waves…
Breathe slowly…
Miss you…
Search for you,
You’re not there
I close my eyes ... search within
And find you in my soul,
I hear your voice
Humming a tune
And the bitter tears
Can't ease the pain
Can't stop the agony of missing you my dear.