Here I Am

I’m catching flights Where moonbeams bounce Off the laughing sea Where lightning strikes Awe across the waters Awe how the rumbling Silences the waves Here I am Steady Riding Moonbeam flight finales Awe how the farewells Still the midnight Awe how the movement Stills my soul     Photograph by Aziz Acharki

Pure Gold

Morning mist hides the California gold Beneath its silver shimmer clutch I’m here on the early train Speeding, screeching Slow Waiting for gold to turn to rust On an eyes-closed Forward reaching track Something hides amidst the shivering grass Cement shadows bury thirsty fields In the aging summer of the west On an eyes-open Homeward…

Perspective

As the sun rose I painted over Spilled warnings That used to sting of “ought tos” And began I allowed the overexposed light To exist just as is was In all its unexpected lure Close one eye, see the dark excess spill Switch See the bright outline defined Marvel at the luminous transition

Under the Rose Moon

This honeybee June infinity rises as the moon pale blushes wildflowers from all this starlit dreaming out loud. With pores strawberry gushing, the bees are shoulder nudging and I’m wide awake adrenaline buzzing to the navy blues sound. See how the rose moon is rising faster than all the rest Bolder than a court fool’s…

Reference Points

Do you ever think about the people you were supposed to meet, but you’ve met them in the wrong season? Yes. So you’ve thought about how the stars can align disjointed to the times? Yes, but have you ever thought about how those disjointed stars are only so from where you have chosen to stand?…

What is your favorite word?

The game began With a question They bombarded me, spilling answers into the palm of my hand I hold them out to you as they overflow At this stage of boiling hunger We weren’t watching the pot Look now Erudite Why? Because the eager generation said so Deviant Because they taught me divergence first Convergence…

Decade Fields

Good morning fairy mother queens. My sister, you thought I was awake but I was, indeed, slightly dreaming, sight-dancing until the crash, the boom boom list of tasks fell through the open screen and I tripped over the watercolor grey. I swear, I promised the awe child we’d go painting today. Door shut. I’m running…

Sky Glider

I’m out here near the ocean It’s chilly near these harsh waves Santa Cruz is crying I’m trying hard to praise the rain But all I feel now is the cold Sand is flying like a dancing angel I’m still smiling inside grainy castles Tiny motes dry my eyes The wind was only trying to…

Dedication

This is to the band of daring ones whose blisters danced with mine, whose laughter taught my heart to beat bolder rhythm rhymes, whose curious spirits rose to the dawn bird’s call, all for the purpose of feeling alive. This is to the ones who follow their hearts’ pulsing shouts, who’ve written journeys with maps…

Lilac Rain

So, I’m racing forests Chocolate tickling my cuticles Tingling tongue wishing it were 1997 When spring’s sticky scent sprinkled fairy dust patterns So bright they reflected puddles And the backyard was a slightly overexposed polaroid instant The wind whispers memories in between my vertebrates And I can’t help but think about lilac rain How it…