lollipop lilyYour words are pollen

Delicate and powerful

Clinging to my soul


They remain on skin

Long after leaving your lips

Tattoo of friendship



Kiss Me Awake

Kansas lily sunlight

Kiss me awake with dewy lips,

brush my skin with fingertips

alive with sunbeams’ radiant glance –

summer’s brilliance, dawn’s romance.

The Nudge of the Refugee



Taught to remain dead from the womb,

she walks among tombs, whitewashed

crypts concealing skeletal remains

of 1,000 generations, closets clammy


and fungal. She bites the apple

of her ancestors which, ever since

Newton wed Granny Smith, dictates

a hard fall. The System says, ‘Stay! Be


at home with Depravity, shake hands

with Despair! Dry bones can but rattle,

dead men can but dance.’ But she feels the

nudge of the Refugee, the rebellion of


soiled skin; when she opens her eyes

to Truth, she finds her mantle is but a

rented chrysalis. When they take the final

tally, her casket will be an empty husk,


with hinges rusted like dry blood, an

apple seed rooted through its temple.

Laughing at Gravity, she will rise

on the wings of the dawn, emancipated.



When Heaven Weeps

When heaven weeps, you close your eyes

And listen to the lullabies;

Drips and drops on rocks and leaves,

Pitter-pat from ends of eaves.

When heaven smiles, your cheeks are lit

By rays that tentatively sit

As rainbows on your radiant brow;

I smile, because I see them now…