Ode to impermanence

Sway to the bittersweet ballad of beautiful things coming to an end. The melancholy of joy intermixed with sorrow Parting from a presence that will never leave you Saying goodbye to yourself Move to the beat of impermanence, tears of joy in a static embrace. The...

Essentials

Take the words and leave me breath Take the house and leave my home Take the passion and leave my love Take me in pieces and leave me whole Grab the rocks and leave the strength Search for beginnings and leave the ends Grab the flower and let it rain Essentials Let...

The Unending Gift – Jorge Luis Borges

Following are Spanish and English versions of “The Unending Gift” by Jose Luis Borges. I find this piece particularly moving, for possibility is the highest gift. The Unending Gift – Spanish (English below) “Un pintor nos prometió un cuadro....

Labels – a poem

You’re one of those who folds yours socks but don’t make your bed, who wears a cross but chants Om, who is pro-life but believes in choice. I’m one of those who talks much but prefers silence, who cares a lot, and yet not enough, who has a home but...

Prayer for an Angel

The ones you took for granted who now you view from afar with tears in your eyes regretting what you destroyed The gifts you pissed away… The talent you wasted… And you look from afar feeling undeserving of the love that was once yours of the ones you...

End all wars: Poem to America

A war free from government: arms trafficking, arms manufacturing, abusing power and position. No, you’re not America if you use your toys to enrich your friends, driving up their stock. You’re not America to use your money put your soldiers unprepared, at...

The fight – part II

Life keeps throwing punches. She’s determined, she’s gotta teach me. She misses some, causing no harm. She nails others, beat me up beyond recognition. She keeps striking, but won’t talk… and I’m beat. I’m not calling you names this...

The fight – a poem

  Life and I got into an argument. I called her neglectful, she called me needy. I called her stingy, she called me wasteful. I called her insensitive, she called me touchy. I said “you fell short,” she said “get over it.” I called her...

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