While I draw inspiration from my life experiences, these poems are not meant to be read as a narration of facts, nor are they meant to be read as being about any one specific person, living or dead. Sometimes there is a dedication to a group or an individual who has inspired me to write a given poem. Many times I combine elements of fiction and fantasy with reality. I find meaning in creating beauty from the chaos of life, of adding order to what can sometimes feel random or arbitrary.
I’m trying to search for
a pair of sunglasses at the Hotel Café
you round the corner and are wearing them
we stop time and I…
I’m fine
it’s not your problem
it’s not your problem
it’s not your problem
I don’t make eye contact
closing my eyes,
I rock back and forth
opening my eyes, I stare into
the ice cubes of my water glass
What problem you say
I rub my face
and you pull me in
holding me close
on the tree canopy bench
under lantern
light
my feet in dirty
sneakers
hug the ground