words that pound…


November 2019

In a world of maybes Death is certain. I exfoliate my skin, Scour the saucepans, Polish my floor And fold my finished laundry. This is certainty. For when the uncertainty of death Came knocking at my door, It took a... Continue Reading →

It’s always shinning here.

Its always summer here Common but uncommon Like water dripping in a cave Like monkeys teasing dogs In my back yard Its always shinning here Whether the sun is awake or asleep Its rays burn hot on my skin Maybe... Continue Reading →

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