Friendly Contract

Relative Confessions Part 4   Things old moccasins bleeding ink on paper folds crocheted doilies clumsy artwork tins, boxes, bottles colors, scents aplenty missing dupattas lampshade warmth chai cuppa silver choker coins, leftovers buddha heads stained frames   Minutes mystical smiles careless laughs spoken silence measured awareness refined writings   Habits incoherent jokes wrinkled tears

Sister-work in progress

Relative Confessions Part 3 Starfish you Solidarity with the center Placenta like, tentacles push you outwards towards your next venture   Mermaid you Arielle like, personality, enchanted desire carefree dream unlamented   Protagonist you obnoxious enough, living intersections travelling with bumps   Divinity you faith follower, inward sure refreshing with a twist owning them pajamas or

Cliff Notes – designing fatherhood

Relative Confessions – Part 2 unknowingly unabashedly you have owned designing fatherhood epic, effortless always,conspiring for us,making things happen   The Expansiveness of being you your span beyond geography, language learning you remain a receiver and giver   The Resilience of being you tides and winds warnings of disaster seismic aftershocks left you with moments,

Your unlaced boots

Relative Confessions – Part 1 brother, son, friend wistful warmth, your chubby hand clasp eager steps, boots unlaced always a worried voice, future unfolding uncertain sharp gaze, gentle dove like; tiger raw Urn glistened, fugitive arms holding; pieces of us set you home, be fearless we follow just behind you taught, impermanence our pending lessons were yours to

Zest – to her

Correlation of hope and shadows Bubbles she catapults into the sky, fall Etched sharp meteor streak like   Silence within and without nonetheless Screaming she echoes herself and hers shamelessly Breaking into her own walls   Beginnings and endings defined again Scratching, scribbling, doodling journeys on hearts Listen up to my shunned stories   Manicured

Zephyr

I)The Zephyr embraces my hair wet, smooth and ticklish it writes a gentle embrace on my cheeks whispering an invocation to Color at the lackluster perpetuation of color deprivation of color negation of color amnesia In the blood that injures into red droplets from a sharp paper cut In the bones that break into grey

One Year Itch:1/31/2017

It is the one year anniversary of your retirement twelve months since you took a leap of faith and each time during these 12 months that you responded to the frequently asked questions – you grew taller stood stronger taught honesty demonstrated discipline and most importantly, you relished in pride at letting go Q1 –

For Sanah, my prayer

REALLY(R) Know what beauty means it is the blues from your young heart yearning listening to your favorite music album it is the yellow dust from the first sunflower as it blossomed along with your breast it is the red stains from the bleeding cries of your first menstruation pains ALWAYS(A) Hold your head high

Bringing in the Snow

First Snowfall revisiting the palette black,white and nothing to paint in moods, madness pure plain hopeful First Snowflake defining magic tentacle by tentacle frost falls like stars on the ground weightless soundless like broken dreams First Snowman sturdy and sure adding dimension to the flat white expanse the red scarf fluttering yet tight in a

Deepening Colors Part II

Part II,Oct 2016 Colors teasing with their rich hues Like a child with his first box of crayon colors Crunching into the grass below The leaves tickle each other Raising up a playful concert Like the toddler relishes the feel of his own feet on the ground Pleasant in sight, smell and emotion The wind kissing