Who killed you? A friend, Only my friend — my soul. O how foolish to desire love To pawn a heart When they ask for a limb Only a brother who has lost An eye To his brother Knows How Quickly it is to die in storms But why have i desired love When I've always known This is what They did wi...Read more

Something said to me to go on. It could have been a voice in the water, or the fishes — there were plenty. Who can tell God’s many faces? Who can tell how he speaks? At length, my face deep in the water. I took from them what they gave freely—their songs, and music that ...Read more

I've only been taking, as you can see — from the earth, strangers, from family. I've only been taking— from the trees, the sun, the river, from my mother. I didn't think I'll end up this selfish but yesterday, momma, who was washing rice in in the kitchen and who, quite possibly tired and annoyed wi...Read more

"To write. So that, to live". #six...Read more

A tree never stands bare if its dreams are built on memories of spring #dreams ...Read more

Sometimes, a boy hurls a pebble at the glass sky and breaks, the silence. *Not a rhyming ku but worth the shot #kurhyme...Read more

In the street, beneath the cold tin roof where i sleep Sound of leaves, falling. #ku ...Read more

For instance, the way I say “I’ll miss you”. when you leave through the door - please come home as you left, and not in pieces or broken letters – there’s a chance our end is near. Think of the laws of gravity and the shaky unpredictability of the sky –its great blue seams bursting and fa...Read more

The boy comes to me at night; whispers in my ears. Asks me if the world is still beautiful. Teaches me the word exuberance and other forgotten habits like sleeping with my sock on. Calls me honey, plants a garden in my rib cage and leaves before day light. It's no wonder, i grow happin...Read more

There’s always the danger of waking up and finding the nest empty, The porch with the lights dead or the trees sewn from the roots It’s dangerous to look too long in a mirror— Knowing you too, can disappear All the little lies we invent so we can dream a whil...Read more

Once, in a field With the moon. We stumbled upon a nest of young sparrows Sleeping. We could’ve but We didn’t. Instead, we stared. Eyes Bright with astonishment You even held in your breath so as not To wake or disturb them. This is just to remind you to Learn by heart Even commit...Read more

Now that I am vexed with age and regrets and failed loves And seeing as the fig does not swell with fruit. Neither the hay damp with children Goodbye. My life. My sour loaf. The darkest room isn’t without windows. It is. Without sun. ...Read more

Enough for the poet to have this little life with this little roof and such other things to call his own. Enough that his table buckles under with ripe food. Enough for Him to have a fire to Keep him warm through Winter's cold fury. Enough for his little legs to take him to fields and riv...Read more

Strange how We insist On saving one Another; to keep A candle lit: just in case. That — the poem must come with a little door So that Anyone can walk in And stand in the light — surprised...Read more

What gentle thought passes through the grass of the soil when they look up Something they must believe in The light. The stars. I, that have so much How tragic that a blade of grass can see what I fail to see....Read more