• poEMS

    When the dust settles and we take off our masks and helmets remove our gloves and armour kneel in the dirt drinking water from calloused hands When we bury our burdens beneath the ashes of last night's battle burn closed our wounds and strap our heavy shoulders when we stitch our human flesh...
    Αθηνά the goddess my ancestors once worshipped still sits perched upon the columns of the Acropolis make no mistake The circling bird that would sit on Socrates’ shoulder whisper into the ear of Pythagoras and who wiped the tears from my great, great, great, great, grandmother’s face She came to...
    In the city scars fall upon us without warning through debilitating accidents acrimonious attacks and love And to feel better in the morning  we are reborn  through self-hate  and an impossible escape to another love Left screaming at the gods for inventing pain  we continue sharpening our...
    Forgive everything that has ever happened life is everything we can imagine laid out in patterns of pain and passion you cannot control it so keep your compassion There are no accidents there are no factions there is no us or them nothing to borrow or lend no enemy or friend and only forgiveness...
    The sun barely rose on New Years’ day 1994 in San Cristobal.  But when it did - it looked just like the head of a shovel peeking over the ridge. And the night before, the crescent moon looked exactly like the head of a pick that a farmer had just placed upon the stars. That night, a...
    I wanted to live so I wore my clothes inside out until death lost the scent I’ve wanted to rest so instead of counting sheep I count my battle scars backwards until they amount to nothing I wanted to be loved but without a compass or a map just two black skies and one delicate flame I...
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