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Men on the Moon

November 16, 2018March 5, 2019 A Blog To Regret10 Comments

but what if I died, Mr. Sandman?
would I still dream?
would the moon still love me
and spend the night?

Eating Poetry

Flowers and Starry Signs

November 12, 2018November 16, 2018 A Blog To RegretLeave a comment

someday we must sever
like the stars and the moon
though I dream of forever
starless nights come too soon
I will whisper our names
during those dark hours
tracing the branches of my veins
until my life lines
draw starry signs
and wild flowers

Personal · Thoughts

Eyes for Pennies

October 29, 2018 A Blog To RegretLeave a comment

whenever I struggle to find the right words
I remind myself that poets would starve
if love was grammatical

Eating Poetry

A Love Letter to the Arabic Script

October 28, 2018October 28, 2018 A Blog To RegretLeave a comment

there is something ancient
about your noble nose
your curved lips—
Allah writes poetry
with the arch of your back

Personal · Thoughts

21 Century Eve

October 27, 2018 A Blog To Regret1 Comment

I want to have the courage
to take out my bones and
toss them into the sea
a jellyfish
swimming against the current

Tender, Loving Kraken
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Tender, Loving Kraken

October 25, 2018October 25, 2018 A Blog To RegretLeave a comment

eight arms, three hearts—
your love must run painfully deep

Eating Poetry

Caution Tape Around Your Hips

October 22, 2018October 21, 2019 A Blog To Regret3 Comments

I want you to undress me
the way Autumn undresses the trees
outside your rain-splattered window

Personal · Thoughts

Martians at Vaclav Airport

July 22, 2018October 29, 2018 A Blog To RegretLeave a comment

I will change my bedtime prayer from take me with you, Elon to don’t forget me, Prague, for it’s either the most beautiful city in the world or the rest of world is just ugly —

Eating Poetry

Radio, Radio

May 10, 2018 A Blog To RegretLeave a comment

a broken radio crackles to life
solitary is the wind
whistling your name—

Eating Poetry

Architects

May 5, 2018October 17, 2018 A Blog To RegretLeave a comment

we set the city on fire
built a bridge between our dreams
and drove across it, into the night
just two kids, waiting to be swept away
by Peter Pan

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