Poems

Every Hour After Midnight BitesTried to drown your ghost in the neon,Barstool bruises, cheap whiskey’s cold kiss,Every joke from a stranger’s a weapon,Every laugh’s just another thing I miss.They want me to flirt, to forget how you left,But the memory’s sharp in my drink,I dance with regret, my pockets are heavy,The night’s got a snarl, […]

Eleven Kilometers DownEleven kilometers of water pressing from above,and the organisms at that depth have made themselves to love,the eleven kilometers as the environment they need,eleven kilometers is where the adapted ones succeed.Eleven kilometers down, the bottom of the world,eleven kilometers down, the deepest flag unfurled,eleven kilometers down, no turning back from here,eleven kilometers down,

“Elixir of the Dawn” ] (Patina and Rust)In the darkness of the morn, coffee brews, so divine,Turning groans of early hours into a wakeful sign. From sleepy haze, a cup transforms, its warmth does ignite,Rituals of the damned, in each sip, find their light. A dark brew whispers truths, reviving lost intent,With each sip, the

Don’t gift clocksDon’t whistle while cookingA fox at dawn means deceptionDon’t count crows aloudDon’t point at the moonA mirror facing a door invites spirits

Eleven Hundred BarsYou could stack eleven hundred atmospheres of air,and that is what the bottom of the deepest trench has there,eleven hundred bars of force applied to every square,of surface area that dares to sink below the surface layer.Eleven hundred bars and I am holding on to nothing,eleven hundred bars and I can feel my

Day Twelve: Vow Renewal Under CandlelightDaylight found us gathering small mementos: the rose from Day Four, a feher from Day Six, a swch of lace from Day Nine. We placed them on the dresser, alongside two tiny silver bands I had engraved that morning: “Yesterday, Today, Always.”

Death Book Eleven EndsWe’ve been in the tender and the hardOf death and children, in the backyardWhere the dog was buried, in the schoolCounselor’s office, in the empty foolOf trying to explain the permanentTo someone who believes the world is bentToward life and continuation, to a childWho can’t believe the world is this wildDeath Book

Day Eleven A New AdventureAwakening with excitement coursing through our veins was a refreshing change from previous days filled with playful rivalry; it was time for something different—something new. The competitive edge had softened beautifully into curiosity—a shared eagerness to explore beyond familiar boundaries.“What do you have planned for today?” she asked eagerly as I

Day Eleven: The Living Room TangoMorning brought a new challenge: a tango lesson in our living room. I cleared furniture to cree space; she found a sultry playlist—Go Barbieri’s “Last Tango in Paris.” We stood face to face, bodies inches apart, and she placed hands on my shoulders.Clumsy first, we stepped on each other’s feet,

Day Twelve The SurpriseAs dawn broke over Day Twelve—a sense of anticipation lingered in the air like dew upon grass—it became clear today held surprises waiting just beneath its surface—a day dedicated entirely to pampering ourselves indulgently after pushing limits previously established during our adventures together so far!The moment she revealed plans for a spa