I There was a time when the day’s first light revealed my life in full flush, contours clear and certain, as if a map well-drawn, each minute a familiar signpost. Now only darkness folds in my vision, and I strain to recall that figure who once held entire worlds inside his chest, searching knowledge like…
IIn the hush before my naming,I offered libations to the empty gourd,Where the whisper of 6pm prayersDripped through cracked glass rims,Once a stream of false gods. III had come late to the shrine of thirst,Testing the tongue with wine and barley,Neck-deep in the hush of amber evenings:A daily communion of slow poison.And I sang with…
I What is it to be somebody in this world? I ask the dawn, as shadows fade, Under the gaze of silent stars, Where echoes sleep in ancestral winds. II Desire, a restless river, flows Through countless hearts it winds and bends, Seeking the ocean’s open arms, The whispering sands of acknowledgment. III We kindle…
I Lately, I have questioned the shadow of virtues, whether they root themselves in me, whether their weave is whole or frayed. I know I am not of the bitter soil, nor a bearer of poisoned fruit. But what is virtue if not tangled? What is flaw if not a wayward vine? II I have…
