May 4, 2017

the human eye can perceive

only a fraction

of all existing colors.

And yet we believe

the world was created

with us in mind


January 16, 2017

Downstream from a distant dream

I’ve seen a string of steps

A human-made Aurora Borealis,

and it led up to this land

of unfamiliar color,

of earths and skies that had blend together,


A dried-up place

in the womb of the Northern Lights.



December 23, 2016

“I’ve been here before.

I think that it was last December”

“There was no here before,

but I’m so happy you remember”


December 8, 2016

“I wish I had a river

I could skate away on”


July 15, 2016

there must be something more

to happiness

than the sum of its parts


May 12, 2016

où suis-je, ces eaux sont pas à moi,

Ulysse, rebrousse chemin car t’as

largué trop de grandes vagues et là, trop

ivre ton bateau s’en va, nos

pâles marées s’effacent déjà, donc

ôte ta peau et coule-moi ça


May 6, 2016

there’s warmth
somewhere in the air
and in the midst of some sort of drunkness
there’s life
somewhere in the air

some kind of light that soaks in darkness


April 26, 2016

it went up in smoke
but no one saw a thing,
or heard the noise,
or felt the trepidation,
but the traces of it grew,
and grew,
steadily trapping our hands
and feet, and heartbeats
in thick layers of unforgetfulness,
to be buried only
by time


April 26, 2016

No music withinings
O, Flewther I flame
above and belowings,
please wilden the tame

No music withings
No chord to impress
so wait for the willings,
your stutters confess.

No music withings
and words to undress,
let sing inner thrillings
those breezings that press

barbed wire

January 28, 2016

seal me in, shy alibi,
my bag,
a subtle strategy,
so casually left,
on the seat next to me,
– my gaze out the window,
away from your stare,
to tell you straight on:
there’s nothing to share.

Notice those headphones
and please carry on,
I’m not unaware
with my gaze on that phone.

Barbed wire around us,
invisible walls,
the membrane has thickened
on our old lonesome souls.