when life breaks

let art be a prayer
cast out into the moonless light

*

delicacies 

i do not read poems
rather
i breathe them in

slowly
slowly
slowly
savoring each word
like the nectar
of a sun-kissed primrose

*

soldiers

how i admire
the ones who
happily choose
to wake early

they have
more fortitude
than i
to resist a dream

*

death poem

let’s imagine
for a second
that there is
no such thing
as death
and that when
my heart and brain
finally rest
i have simply decided
to trade
my pen and paper
for cloud and sky

*Published by Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #18