Vignettes (a poem)

A series of vignettes on this early morning… I The city lingers in my mind a ghost in search of a metaphor Even a bad one will do— the identity doesn’t care what it is as long as it exists In the meantime it is protected II I once drew the eight of diamonds but [...]

Demarcation (a poem)

Letting the moment pass… The candle has long stopped burning its smoke has dissipated its light has gone The moment of silence has slipped into silence leaving only the sounds of breathing and the refrigerator’s hum There are no lies here in the darkness only the truth of what’s inside of me When the morning [...]