You killed me In your mind No confrontation No bullet Poof. Gone. I was dead to you Except I’m not Our eyes meet Happen chance Perhaps. Or not. You’ve seen a ghost. Living. Breathing. I walk past the bananas Then past you You are white Gape mouth I now haunt you In my safe boundary … Continue reading Ghosted
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Circles
[Landscape view is recommended on a mobile device] I like my circles tight. Small.A tight circle, I share my heart.A large circle, I simply observe.I see so much as I sit in the corner--Then, look down at my navel, that place within.From where did I come?Where will I go?It's good to look inward rather than … Continue reading Circles
The Poet Who Didn’t Know It 