An Exploration of Death

Sands of time, blown away,

carried by the wind.

Where do they go —

adrift the space between


and me?
No north or south,

east or west,

no rules, no labels,

no man’s land.
Nothing goes as planned.

Maps, calendars, clocks, and phones,

all thrown out.
Nothing goes,

and nothing



Elephant in My Head

Things are easier said than done.
But they have to be said anyway.

is how we begin
to believe
that the impossible can happen.

just maybe.

That is how we break barriers, push limits and defy odds.

Even if it doesn’t seem like
it will make a difference,
have power to demystify dreams.


Nations that measure wealth through people’s happiness
     not political influence, not economic progress,
Companies that prioritize employees’ quality of life
     over return on investment, over stock prices, over profit,
Artists and musicians who have freedom in their craft,
     not hungry, not homeless,
Storytellers who touch hearts and blow minds,
     undefined by some arbitrary list,
Mothers who have children and careers,
     not thought negligent for climbing the corporate ladder,
Same-sex couples who hold hands in public,
     marry, adopt children — without second glances.

There is much the world has to remedy,
     how beautiful life can be.
Without this broken system we helped foster,
     with active prejudice, with passive indifference.

Soldiers of equality rise.
We struggle for change,
     squirm and crawl,
     whatever movement possible,
     however little space there is.

This noble fight, a beautiful struggle,
     makes life worthwhile.




Dams Break Too

A single tear crawls,
then she bawls,
like a dam breaking,
her sadness rushing.

It seems out of nowhere,
but the crack and fissure
have long been there,
hidden under the pressure.

Out of sight.
alone in her plight.
No patching needed.
Her wound can’t be mended.

Soon the pain ebbs;
and the water stills.

Unspoken, unheard

Love is not a shallow emotion, and it can never be. It has a way of changing us so deeply that it opens our eyes and forces us to grow. Though it fills our souls so completely, it does not have to leave us shattered as it walks away.

I’d like to believe that we have a choice whether to remember it with anger, shame and regret or with peace and understanding; a choice to grow from what once was a bitter unrequited love to a selfless unconditional one.


Squeezed inside a tight cocoon of hardened lies,
untrusting of the world, with your delicate form.
Cramped, the butterfly finally emerges,
but no one knows his beauty.
All that is visible is his cocoon of hardened lies.