“We are not our skin of grime, we’re not dread bleak dusty imageless locomotives, we’re Golden Sunflowers inside, blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment; bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our own eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset ‘Frisco hilly tin-can evening sit-down … More The Sunflower Sutra, Part II
“Poor dead flower, when did you forget you were a flower? When did you look at your skin and decide you were an impotent dirty old locomotive, the ghost of a locomotive? You were never no locomotive, Sunflower, you were a sunflower!” –Allen Ginsberg, 1955. We sat together, you and me there at the edge of … More The Sunflower Sutra, Part I
I used the crescent moon as a brush and spread my creation over the landscape like watercolor. … More A Watercolor of Stars
We were like points on a map, a map of our dead end road, and at night their place of intersection was somewhere in the middle where the grass met the street pavement. We were clusters of stars forming constellations. We were all stars without knowing it. … More The Summer Constellations
A poem about the war that goes on in the mind of someone who loves both solitude, and human companionship. … More Burning Bridges (Life of A Pyro)
Happy April Challenge, Day 15: What do I have to be proud about? From art to poetry to college, I’ve got a lot to be thankful for. … More Happy April Challenge, Day 15: Recent Accomplishments.
Happy April Challenge, Day 7: “These moments of impact, these flashes of high intensity that completely turn our lives upside down actually end up defining who we are.” … More Moments of Impact.
Free Verse poem inspired by my encounter with a toll booth operator. … More The Farmer
A free-verse poem about being young and the complicated relationship between Youth and Time. … More To Be Young