Tuesday, 22 February 2022

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

Tuesday, 4 June 2019

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...

Wednesday, 9 January 2019


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?

Tuesday, 8 January 2019

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?

Friday, 18 November 2016

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

Monday, 1 August 2016

Your colours


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

Wednesday, 23 March 2016



We are.

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