A poem about loss, despair and healingRead More
Give me deliberate words, not the hollow repetitions of the day,
abound with vacuous sentiment
and odious platitudes.Read More
What do I do? When the sweet nectar
of your memory dissolves?Read More
A reflection on the struggles of an activist.Read More
I confessed eventually.I know I am braver and wilder in my dreams....Read More
Could there be beauty in catastrophe?Read More
How long we ventured... with fear encumbered,
our deepest desperations.Read More
You erupt from a valley of silence. "These streets suffer dreamers,
I've grown enough to sow
my own fertile ambitions
into a different earth,
free of these preclusions,
My bones hungry for the sun
and not its rippling reflections."Read More
"I will not be reduced to the functions of an economics unit"Read More
A collision of wind and rain weaving through the air tonight. Our star fueled ambitions teasing through a neon haze.Read More
Some nights I distill the foundations of my will,Tracing the depths of this yearning to be of use.Read More
I fear cold certitude more than I do the smoke of doubt.
For certainty implies a finality of knowing,
the closing of doors,
the chiseling of conclusions.
Why is doubt maligned?
Is it not both humble and honest?
It is to tread lightly through
the length of our days,
to leave doors ajar for a sliver of light,
to allow for the possibility of people
and the terrains we traverse
to transcend the limits
of what we have known.
A poem about "Australia Day".Read More
A poem commemorating ten years since my father passed away.Read More