Harmony of sorts, in steps

securing distance from destinations

a rehearsed human sleepwalk

addressing swiftly a elbow touch

spinning on tips at shoulder taps

blending an air of vulnerability

into the patience of waiting in unison


classic oxfords in frayed laces

loafers blatant and cheap

crocodile leather pumps in cheer

sentimental booties with scratched heels

cushioned soles pointing to a weekend escape

knee high boots shuffling towards warmer climes

mules tapping stress into the carpet

sneakers exuding a hysterical attitude

espaderilled physically withstanding the rush


each pair lightly steering

nervous limbs towards a submissive rhythm

treading on common ground

a collection of clockwork steps

blending the walk and the talk


coordinated and in cadence

pausing at the self effacing eye contact

marshaling an unpretentious protest

each foot forward demonstrates

a souvenir store like collaboration

definite strides that transition

mankind at an airport



surprisingly still a stunner

sure footedly dodging differences

darting onwards step in step

towards a shared ride

of an iconic human purposefulness

compare and contrast


She lived a flower arrangement routine

Details, twines, pin holder perfection

I box flowers in confused bursts

tiger lily’s unabashedly preen

peony’s skip in affection

embarrassing edges wilt with thirst


She taught with the skills of a practitioner

Brought a capable introverted stability

I teach work as worship

agile, evolving as an exhibitioner

bursting in interaction vs her brevity

my motherhood an entrepreneurship


She was preceded by the fragrance of her reputation

Herbs, sauces, mixes framed a culinary infrastructure

I cook in random experiments

my pots and pans fighting a rescue operation

my hands knead batter but are trained to sculpture

time affordability not allowed to be an impediment


She converges us to a center, I signal a divergence

She distills our opinions, I extricate through absorption

She is the window to my space, I hold the door to their dreams

She sacrifices with regulation, I indulge to test rebellion

The case for togetherness


When you laugh at each other

and seek advantage in it

When secret signals are not a bother

and sparks outperform the need to be lit

Where heartache headily cocktails with gratitude

and purpose draws a canvas

Where curves show up as smiles in multitudes

and heartbeats paddle in practice

Why arguement is now a deliberation

and assimilation is iterative

Why curiousity becomes a foundation

and language is mutually stimulative

How fragility glistens on a diamond

and opportunity becomes shared

How moments concretize into an island

and minutes without the other seem impaired

Who scribbled a dream in fairy lights

and designed a boulevard of souls

Who interlocked hands as life shone in floodlights

and embraced the awkwardness of adjusted roles

Mama kind of things


Mama kind of beautiful
Panasonic cloud view
Her kind of aromatic
Pine sol clean and invigorating
She is that kind of advocate
On watch, available, her optimal self
Their kind of heroics
Auto configured resilience many 9 months
Mama kind of nurturing
Breast embraced cocoon
Her kind of professionalism
Everyday kitchen and laundry ethics
She is that kind of spiritual
screams incompetence to God as he watches cities fall
Their kind of happiness
Always flowing into and from others

Mama kind of vibrance
Illuminating with inspiration in the darkest hours

Mother of mine


Be determination

born of steps deliberate

tender force engulfs us


Warm hands cusp my storms

she saves chestnuts under her pillow

I borrow my goodnight calm


She is quilting fierce

circles like orbits, relentless colors

I devour each touch dew like


Reluctance never her

forward onward upward teaches

mystery leaves more to seek


Beauty Dossier


Sure fix for pores and skin spots; tentative results with your porous past that never stays sealed

Smooth’s flyaway strands; never sleek enough when hit by realization gusts

Pretty eyelids with peony shades; bags underneath tell the tale

Juice mask tranquility for 30 mins; before bitterness hits the palate

Crushed petals on eager pristine sheets; a nauseating loneliness still lingers after the spa

Scrubbing extracts leave a glow; doubtful belief embers a fire

Infusing complex oils heal except when enticing coarse remnants of your skin; flowing into furrows of bruises and broken veins

Eau de toilette spritz uplifts; fritters away as imminent notes of fatigue takeover

Hydrated and wrinkle cared for with a full service manipulation; but nothing plugs that relentless fountain of toxics

Beauty trapped in every swath of your being awaits a release; offering permission and persuasion does not need a spa appointment

taffeta and lace


IMG_3281Seven vows most sacred, I wore pink taffeta and lace

fire flamed in a designer glow, you looked sharp, ornate crest emblazed

Stepping into everafter, the portico blossoming sacred with chants and marigold

brimming hope, my father gave my hand into your palm to hold

Appendage like on your right, the first circle of trust complete

promise of health and household should not feel such a burdensome feat

Shuffling along in tune with the second narration

my fingers laced cold against your palm, an uncanny insinuation

The third circle was dedicated to righteous wealth

my lace snagged on your gold, did I feel it tighten like a nooze, of death?

My heart pumped, we were in the middle

the fourth message was harmony, your eyes met mine like a riddle

I knew the fifth, sixth, seventh vows were a never

pompous demands.imbecile assurances.your nervous tremor

where and when had it become such an endeavor

Let the seismic play, the planets, the dates, and stars

rotate backward, undo the scars

My pause to our hesitant music, let us nurse a thoughtful convalescence

your choice needs to be surgical, the warts you deal with are obviously extraneous

I desire, someday to complete my unfinished vows, in their essential quintessence

silence now will chafe our patience, lessons with stumbling starts are trickier to discern