When 1 and 1 is 1

12+07, 1+2+7 is ten is 1+0— that’s one, by numerology:a beginning, a startThe decisive start to honour the “hello”s on a pageFirst received 10+7, on an eight— infinity turned upright, Should that have been a sign? A sign we’d be blessed to acknowledge the other 7 before it, 7+1+9, the day we met,Wandering enamoured 7…

Lions are never surprised [a poetic]

On this I do meditate:Does it surprise you that we arrived together at the lions gate?Two manes wrapped atop our headsAs we took to stately rest in bedYet sleep could not allureFrom temptation of experiencing a love so pureOn this I now meditateDoes it surprise you that we arrived together at the lions gate?Your paws…

a love chronicling [micropoem]

[[July 11]]] On now stained bedsheets where he laid me down to sleep,I did die, though my soul he refused to keep:Understanding that love is free,He reciprocated what was given back into me, And we continue in our ways Loving as promised into “forever” days.

What god/call of the wolf [a poetic]

At an edge of the wood, where there was no path,Where I explored freely,Suddenly upon the soles of my feet,Still wet on muddied play,Scratched the roughness of paved hard road,Two grey legs stretching forever beyond meFalling into the horizon.I look back at the wood behind meSearching for the knowing guiding gaze of the wolfThe wild…

“This is a forever thing – just so you know” [poem-thing]

I was so young and excited to be free!I asked if you would appreciate my flightAnd not tie a string to me:“I’m more like a bird, not like a kite.” You laughed and kissed me dearlyAnd said, as you pulled me in close,“My love, I love that you love to flyBut, this is a forever…

ananda (a poetic)

ananda.slumbering nerve-ends ignite in memoryof vowels and symbol combinations long forgot vocabulary runs as a river on recollection of you sathya.do I trust you?sattva.I see it in you, lighter than day. I trust that. shanti.I knew these pieces of the tongue oncecould call on them in moments of samagiving myself from the world of unrealness,…

immolation [a poem]

Immolation from the inside; out – The searing of bridges aflame yet can’t be burned Indestructible bonds White hot brandings Against the interior of ribs Breathe (deep): into the water dive – wait it out on the  ebb and flow   of the universe’s directives time will cool what destiny forged.

kesmet (an excerpt)

It is an epic. It is unfinished. So there is this… Inevitably, my name will be spoken On the undercurrent of every love line, and Every syllable of speech unspoken of things on the mind, Echoes from his heart. We collided, smashing this dimension Into a million sparkling pieces And rebuilt, me within him, him…

divine/ unclothe my mind [a poem]

I’m standing before you Almost entirely naked – Almost. … Waiting with this last shred… I’m asking you to unclothe my soul Let your fingers run delicately down my spine Tracing the dignity of a thousand ancestral goddesses before me That bore me; See that my eyes are not like stars But entire galaxies themselves…

as will you & I at dawn and dusk [a poem]

Maybe I was beautiful Once, behind the dust veil Lace dancing on the light Blessing the space our souls danced In the ballroom between our lips. I look over my shoulder at you, demure smile Mystery learned from your secret-keeping ways Will it hurt you to count the others that have waltzed here since you left…

New Publication

Recently received news that online journal Threeandahalfpoint9  decided to publish one of my shorts. Always grateful to have my work featured anywhere and felt this was a great start to the new year.   You can download a .pdf of the journal above to enjoy (rinse. repeat) alongside several other poets or check out my contribution…