poetry

listen to the change in the weather… it whispers the way seasons spend you 2018

between the pausesi stretch my inabilityto speakmaking silence a language ~the topography of silence

tagslabelsdo not define youthe earthskythe oceanthey know you ~the topography of defining 2018

… Killing me softly / Dee

the voice is not heardthe essential tone isthe tenorthe restless tenorlike a signal i crossed just before it turned redor

she was never the same again~the art of breaking

moon stuck in my throatswallowing the absencesbetween us moon stuck in my throatinhaling over and arounda lump moon stuck in

i live my lives in accordance to the time of the day and night the ones with you those stolen

“he came softly to the recesses of my memorylips resting on  his shoulderreminder of a longingnever satiating           never completingoscillating between

fajr is quiet like dusk. a peaceful pause between one time and the other. she rose to say her namaz