the heel press

On the one hand, I grew up with a strong desire to be just like my mother, Mama I call her. I had a deep, al...

There were always multiple remote controls in our living-dining-as-one-room.   One for TV, another for V...

it’s been a while …a long while… since such strong interest …or any inte...

how odd a chance encounter (un) expected surprise       kn...

an empty coffee cup still atatakai from  the warmth of your lips thank you, for leaving behind a kis...

he (just) ld m[(e) so : lc] as i cried rainstorm of tears he (just) ld m[(e) so : lc] as ...

i fly, wingless, through the breezeless oceanic skies.   i look up, gapin...

even in shadows i feel secure because you hold light in me knowing that i am never alone ...

I close my eyes and meditate, relax my mind, smooth my soul; become sensitive to my periphery.  ...

slowly losing grap of this paradoxical paradigm  sifting through time leisurely falling like a...

i wonder if this heart quenching scar will ever go away it lingers with a smile of yours caught in my throat ...

I just can’t get used to how you toss & pass around “honey” and “sweetie&r...

i love your handwriting writing jazzy notes   like thelonious monk at times : jaggedy blues   like ...

The Sky             happy    ...

breathe together those fears and transcend what is not courage together.  as one. water together those dream...

th(i)s plant flowers tomato of pain, melon of joy, grapes of tears, chili of rage, c...

a wistful whispering of your name like a lullaby leaves an aroma of love with...

according to Kahn : even a brick wants to be something   according to me: even my word wants to b...

if I were my mother’s voice I’d praise her as the goddess of self-less love but ache to rein...

this (whatever-you-wanna-call-this) will forever exist        ...