Detox/Natural Healing – A Chueh-Chu

blanketed in starless night, upon the dew-doused grass, he sleeps without a care beneath sugar scented maple trees. no greater comfort is there, than that which is wild and free; which unburdens the heart and soul, which long years made heavy.

The Flow of Time

This poem was an experiment. I took Robert Frost’s Acquainted with the Night, retaining his end rhymes and sonnet form, then played with it a bit. I wanted to work with the spacing between words and building smaller poems into the whole. The two lines act as links between phrases (my attempt to show that…

The Devil’s in the Details

the devil’s in the details, you devious debutante. your dark dealings, brought to light, dare to damage your position. daunting as it seems, this dreadful day draws drearily towards a disappointing end. dapper demagogues declare their distaste for such displays, desperate to distinguish themselves. don’t despair, you dutifully upheld your end against those disgruntled deviants….

Sign Here and Never Mind the Fine Print

will this be what remains of me: the hours worked, certificates gained, events attended? will this be the face, reflected in the gallery of eyes, that never saw me as i was? will this be the voice still reverberating, writhing on airwaves, spouting scripted speech spuriously? will this be the book, writing on the pages…

The Soul of the Moment – A Quintilla

the soul of the moment, buried ‘neath the rust of moments that passed like smoke, wistfully waning. cast to grey tides, swallowed ‘neath, carried listlessly out to oceans vast.

Peepshow From a Peephole – A Huitan

one can never be too sure of these things, meaning matters of men and their secrets. who knows what dread a friendly word may bring? the snare is in plain view, though few seek it. sleeping dogs may lie, but a man, he sits, waiting to descend when your back is turned, and test if…