Poetry

Undone

I am undone by I.The I of ideologythat pits itself against the other.Believing it is betterMore white right

Maybe

maybe there is life for us after death maybe our final breath is just that…

We Who Remain

On the day of God with us, she left. The idling engine betrayed her silent…

Bang-la Road

How do I reconcile In my mind In my heart What I witnessed last night?…