some come to run
like a doe
as though they were built for it

some come to lift
like an ant
with the strength of ten men

some come to heal
properly, fully
doctor’s orders

but all, it seems, leave
relieved of some stress
from life’s hecticity

The first 6 lines were dreamt up in some strange place halfway between waking and sleeping. The rest I wrote behind the counter at Mike’s Fitness, JP at five or six that same morning: Wednesday – September 27, 2017. When I stepped outside to walk to work the sky was full of stars. Orion could be seen most vividly in the pre-dawn cool morning air. The Pleiades star cluster to its west and my favorite star in the night sky, Sirius (only 8.6 light-years away!), to its east. An hour later when doing my rounds at the gym I stepped outside on the balcony to greet Venus, high over the tree line, and watched her radiance seemingly fade—washed-out by the all encompassing light of day and the blue skies that accompany it.



and what are we
but receptacles
for the passions of those
who strike us as knowing?
we overflow
spraying what we say
out of our mouths
inspiring, infecting others
with our words
trying so very hard
to find another vessel or two
(maybe more if we’re lucky)
to pour our souls into
before we stop fountaining
trickle to a drip
and dry up like a twig
to something akin to kindling
a reduction of ourselves
a snap, a spark in the night
and we’re gone

Written: September 21, 2017
A stream of nonsense


I’m tired of thinking about you
each morning, each night
a distress signal
radiates in all directions
received by no one
especially not you

I’m tired
piles of paper, endless pens know me well
they stay blank, full of ink for me
they don’t demand me to be
a better version of myself
but then again—they don’t love me

I’m tired of words and meanings
I’m tired of your image
etched into my neurology
I feel like an acorn
on an endless sandy shoreline
wishing for rich soil, fresh water

As I Sit

life likes to sit
on precarious ledges
dangling from infinities
as though they were zeroes

expanding and changing
life surmounts every summit
with no goal in mind
without thought of end

as I sit and write
hawks soar, cicadas sing
periwinkles cling for their lives
as I sit, as I write

coils innumerable
following hidden order
hold within them ancient texts
and pass them along




remember when
we fell
alone together
down the rabbit hole
in each other’s arms
yet a universe apart?
laughing, crying, yawning
in each other’s arms

time lost rigidity
its flow omnified
silly putty
darkness and infinite light
nothing but you to hold on to
nothing at all

Written: 2017 – A memory of a lost time.

Pilot Light

the flame at my core
this passion for you
sometimes flickered, sizzled and sparked

yet grew all the more
as flames tend to do
and lit up the limitless dark

you left me quite sore
(red dwindled to blue)
internally burning my heart

but blue flames endure
they burn slow and true
and wait to reignite, restart

Written: May 5, 2017
Emphasis on the “ig” when pronouncing the word “reignite”.