Submission Anxiety


I release my words

And most of my heart

Into an abyss

Of scrutiny

And unknown evaluation.


And attempt

To be

More zen

And less maternal

As I let them go.


Reflections Close to Closing Time


It’s three minutes past
The last time I checked
I’m so informed
As time is marked by thin gold hands.
Around me,
Life happens
In couples
In groups
In the singular purpose
Ot the man next to me
Glaring at his phone
Googling solutions
Have merit
The room is full
Of sound bites
Murmured conversation
Music of the earnest
Band of the evening
Debates and discussions on human connections
For me it’s just the
Languorous passing of minutes
As if breathing my last
I get up
With our exchange
Sealed in memory
I glance again
At thin gold hands
Whose movement
Slow and constant
Mark the time

Night Lights




I watch you reaching

For the elusive

And intangible


That fuels your work

And ignites your passion

And envy

How you

Capture it briefly

Then let it go

To light sparks





I am attracted
By your solace
And enamoured with
The passionate disarray of
Your presence
Even in a crowded room
Where you commune in private
With your demons.
Draw the curtain
Hold me close
And I will show you mine..


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