Memory Gas

I’d look to my mother for comfort
Resting my head on her hip on the sofa
My whole body felt a warm bath
As I grew, the water grew cold
Drained from the tub
I stood
Dripping wet
I took a towel and
Dried myself off
Carried on
Just as she did

Mothers swirl in the bubbles
Comfort or drown us
With their warm wombs
Before pushing us out
Into the light
Into the life

Unleashing our own streams
Her long brown hair was my waterfall
Now my daughter runs her hands through mine
Making a splash in my soul

I count the ripples
As they wave through me
Vibrant rings, head to toe

I will keep counting
Until I am left counting only my wrinkles
And can’t remember her name.


It’s a heavyweight I wrestle with
I shadowbox with earthy clouds
They hit me hard
Knock me out

I fold when my gut is struck
The air in my lungs escapes
And I fall to the ground

Sweat blends with tears
I am bedazzled with them
On my knees
I sparkle

When I entered the ring
I never thought
I’d be undone
By my

The Wander

Long ago
Obsidian eyes scanned the distance
Between heart and mind

It was marked with rivers
And lonely islands

Few survived the journey
Yet everyone set out to try

Traveling the meandering path
Gaining companions along the way
Losing them too

On a scenic route
Where white flags waved gently
Where thoughts held up traffic

Where laughter was confused with weeping

Landmarks appeared
Like paintings on a wall

Those of the loved and left behind


Fiction is Fiction – Is Your Mind Open?

I do not write of dragons or spaceships
Perhaps some day I will

I write about the mercury
That rises and falls
In my veins

The diamonds that are mined from
My eyes
When I feel something

I set fires in dark corners
So you can watch them burn
Or let them destroy you

You can deny them too
If fire’s not your thing

Perhaps you choose your books
Like you choose people
What does that say about you?

If you only like dragons and spaceships
You’ve closed your doors
Maybe your mind

In all that grey
What’s the matter?


The clouds float so slowly
White, tinged
Roasted marshmallow puffs
Soft subway cars for the chosen ones

I watch them from the copper sand
My eyes sting when the wind blows
I wait for my train to roll in

It whistles on rusty tracks
Stirring dustscapes on either side
Like the mane of a lion

My skin is golden
I have been layered by the sun
But I travel light

The train pulls up
Comes to a grinding halt

Spit drips from the self-proclaimed angels above me

I board my train

Time Keeper

The skin of the drum is smooth like mine
A hand glides across it, and my heart beats faster
There is a rhythm in who I am
Something ancient

Summoned with a touch
The base of a palm

They take me away
Place my heels in dreamscapes
Where I have lived a thousand times
Birthed and buried
While the bara played

In the distance
The horizon opens its arms
Tucks me into reflective ripples

The drum keeps time
Its skin as smooth as mine

Pressing Forward

You’re lying if you say
You know where you are
Where you are going

All you can claim
Is where you’ve been

I am here
I guess you are with me
In this moment
I like your company

This path is laid out
I am pressing forward

I am tired

My legs have traveled
And want rest

My load is heavy
I see yours is too

Let’s set them down
Shall we?

There’s no rush
Unless you have somewhere to be

I could stay right here
I’m done with the rocks
Under my feet
This weight on my shoulders
This relentless sun burning down

Do you know what I mean?
I think you do

I came here for solitude
But I like you

You don’t ask anything of me
You just listen

How ’bout we simply stay
Look around
Take in the beauty around us

You can leave any time you want to
Thank you for your