how long must i wait

for the night to become

a kindred spirit

hold out your hand

and feel the warmth around

each hidden rose

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 4/19/21

 in the long

dark hallway of memory

is there light

in dreams

we occasionally slide into

the body of another

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 4/13/21

 how does one

pull out knives embedded

along their spine

ask your ancestors

if they need your permission

to spark a fire

*Published by Human/Kind Journal on 12/9/20

what remains

after each star combusts

into black

legend has it

there are colors

we have never seen

*Published by Human/Kind Journal on 12/20/20

 how many sapphires

does the ocean contain

within its depths

along the surface

of my skin

you will know infinity

*Published by Human/Kind Journal on 11/8/20

 in a vacant city

does a bullet still

demolish souls

ask the stars if

their shine was split

without consent

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 12/3/20

 long ago

a deserted forest

became my first lover

what other rooms

could you find within

your darkest abode

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 11/27/20

 are rubies

simply fragments

of forgotten dreams

it is possible

that we once lived

as the dust between sand

*Published by Cold Moon Journal on 11/21/20

 before death

did we gnash our teeth

in despair

a bluebird needn’t ask

if the air

will lift her feathers

*Published by Human/Kind Journal on 10/28/20

Note: This is the debut of the poetic form, Socratic verse, which I created. If you are interested in writing your own, here is the blueprint: At the heart of Socratic verse is a desire to explore the unknown, both internally and externally, through lyrical and surreal dialogue. Each part consists of 1 - 5 lines.