The window in my room

thoughts on the window in my room

The sudden rain showers.

a sudden burst of rain showers in the city.

Red raindrops of rye.

We are red raindrops of rye people is pain struggle and sigh while our eyes squint & scan as a minister’s motor crushes bones a man child’s pupils dilate & zones we roll, burn, inhale, keep it in sleep the long sleep outside and within Republic & CM make you DM tit for tat, Pandora

Poems in a pandemic

She said,feels weird to poemin these times.it took me a while to replytill these words floated in my headpoems are windows to the worldSo i poem-ed for herpoems are ducts of sunlightamidst the dampness of fearpressure valves that force oxygenthrough closed doors & clamped chestsoxy-poems be like oxy-metersprescribe & provide at leisureThey are pockets of

The Spider poem.

a poem about writing and its dilemmas.

When parents become children

When parents become children

Of anonymous bow-bows and meow-meows

What is keeping us here?

Forgotten arts

Paint. Even as the world burns, paint.

Living the question

i am living the question now

Shells are us

Elements shape us.