I rode a bus back
in time and learned that windows
closed aren’t always locked.
Category: haiku
Drained
Giving care is not
in my nature; energy
seeps from me like blood.
Halloween Part 2
Under the blacklights
and the beat, I’m somehow both
more and less myself
Gratitude
All my senses found
much needed satiation;
I emerge refreshed.
Petra
On we ascend through
striated layers of rock;
let’s ride camels back.
Wadi Rum
Miles of vast desert
broken only by gradations
in colors of sand.
A rooftop in Amman
The night sky sparkles,
but is it stars above or
neon in our eyes?
Closed Window
Found the courage and
the moment to say my piece
but it seems too late.
Inching
The half-life of the
space between us keeps shrinking.
Will it disappear?
Black Cat Retrospective
I had forgotten
how all my sense memories
rush in through my ears.