marea humana

Este marea me tumba, 

ya no hay nada estable. 

No se si vengo o voy, 

el pasado va o viene, 

el cielo cayendo, 

el agua secando.

El sol sigue quemando 

y sumiendo el odio; 

a donde nos vamos 

con ojos vacíos?

En la oscuridad 

mi único recurso eres tu. 

No sueltas mi mano, 

tal vez saldremos.

21 feb 2022

Some days...

Some days... I am...

the piece of tissue sitting beside the empty garbage bin.

the granules of sugar on the counter that didn't make it into your coffee cup.

the extra slice of toast on your finished breakfast plate.

the dirty pair of socks that fell onto the stairs from an armful of laundry.

the little bit of toothpaste on your cheek that you didn't notice in the mirror.




Some days.... you don't notice.
Some days... I don't exist.

Some days... leftovers.
Some days...

Oversharing

The need to be seen and known
is buried deep within each human soul.

Are we really living if no one sees us?
Are we really living if no one knows us?

Is it enough that we see ourselves?
Is it enough that we know ourselves?

Analyzing is Tantalizing

There is a flicker in your eyes

Just after your sharp reply

As if the fire in your core

Flared up past the top of your head.

The intensity makes me take a step back

And I see you pause for a second

To regain control and change your tone

Answering with measured politeness.

Every time we have an exchange like this

I wish that I'd taken the time to read you first

Perhaps I could have said something different

or not said anything at all.

Minutes, hours, days go by.

I wonder if I passed your test?

Do you notice that I notice?

Or do you feel like the only one

Who pays attention?

Not Alone

Today I saw you die.

I was there in your last moments
as you writhed and shook,
and then slowly gave up;
your wings gently coming to rest
peacefully on the window sill.

Even though there was no other moth
present to share your final moment,

you were not alone.




Written Friday, November 18, 2016 - 8:51am

Your colours

Lemon.
Turquoise.
Magenta.

The day begins bright and full of youthful energy.
It moves calmly as time ticks on the wall like the tide.
And night arrives blazing as you ignite me.




Written Wednesday, August 1, 2012 - 10:21pm

IOUS

Glorious.
Notorious.
Gregarious.
Hilarious.
Delirious.
Imperious.
Uproarious.
Victorious.

We are.




Written Friday, March 23, 2012 - 2:13pm