Poetry
If you were a river, I’d like to immerse in your...

Water flowing, splashing on the floor
Laughter, giggles coming from a bathtub...

The yard was green with grass and weeds, admixed.
I walked with heels and soon I sank in dirt...

Oceans - with its waves, shook our legs.
I fell for you and on you...

a spider jumps
webs rain in living room...

I made my journal a ghost
covered with blankets...

When I was a child, I saw a movie about Jesus...
In the movie, Jesus Christ said while he was being...

As dark as the mole in your chin,
as white as it is your sin...

some days, my bladder is like
a food garbage disposal unit...

bleeding emotions isn’t my fort
but sometimes these wounds of mine...

Shh… let me hear it.
the room is echoing my emotions...

A bench is a place to rest
in front of flowers and a lake...