Physics And Its Consequences
Ink presses paper as my mind is molded
How did those words taste?
I wonder if they grew bitter as they left you
Piebald Strags
The best summers are impossible to recreate, and yet I recreate them every three years or so. Me and my friends are a bunch of old church grims, the modern nomads in today's age.
Sips of Solitude
Our cultural tradition of roasting coffee at home is a ceremonial way to show hospitality to a group and enjoy a shared experience of freshly roasted beans.
Man or Bear
A girl once wore a yellow long sleeve shirt and navy blue shorts. Yellow, a color of happiness and joy, with yellow one can imagine a smile, expressing a simile that has no fear or care in the world. This girl had no fear when she ventured out to hang and watch tv with a male classmate. This girl had no care in the world when deciding to sleep in his dorm.
The Poet’s Son
Whose wise words will make you fall
His compliments grasp your soul
At your final resting place, you’ll be buried with his last goodbye
Winters Hidden Beauty
I used to only see emptiness in winter
It was barren, just waiting for spring to come along and melt its frost
It meant numb hands and slippery roads
The Last Morning with My Friend,Eagle Lake
Before the sun climbed up over the homes and the trees lining the shore, after shutting off my alarm and carefully putting on my shorts, I tiptoed down the stairs, descending each step with gentle, quiet precision, making sure not to wake up anyone else in the house.
The Student and the Rabbit
Walking along a wintry path, the student came across a rabbit
Sitting atop a steep slope
He asked “Why do you sit there, upon this slope, staring up at the sky?”
The Domestic Cost of Climate Change
In a Sri Lanka village, from a failed season’s crop Either washed all away or dried to a drop No middle ground, monsoon or endless drought Money drains and drips into doubt
Fireworks
The sky lit with a glorious fury. Fierce blues and fiery whites whisked through the night, high above the trees, perfectly obscuring the moon. Bursting blooms of color dance through the night, like dazzling stars that fell from the heavens. But with all that light, my face did not light up.
Water Holds Memory
Water holds memory
It knows when something is wrong,
It can feel the bite of words
The tsunami of emotions
The sting of actions.
