Cry the night away,
Tears like sunken skulls
In pits of tar

Fly, you fools,
But my our wings
Are stuck in the stringy blackness

That consumes us like fruit,
From the inside out,
Expanding our bruises

Cry the night away,
Fly away,
But you can’t: you’re a failiure
At just about that too

Once Upon a time, 10 mermaids were living peacefully in the sea until one fateful day a drought came upon them and the riverbanks Dried up but they can survive without water for five days and until then they will have human legs. The first day one of the mermaids said “look I see a body of water!”  The mermaids immediately came to this body of water And it turned out to be a river. Immediately one of the mermaids...

The sky 
blows in more snow,  

a breath 
from frozen elsewhere. 

There is a storm 
raging, 

inside the silent rage
of the storm,

inside God’s eye, 
unopened. 

Is the world permanently broken?
Scarred for life,
By the life that reigns over its
blue polluted waters,
the small sky taken over by planes?

Is the Earth dying,
failing to provide
for the lonely people out on the streets, 
or the animals on the melting ice?

How can we hope for a better world?
Wish upon a star they say, 
when we can't even see the stars? 


 

 
You may be fading away for forever
All your dreams down the drain
Pain that won’t go away
A lost hope still glimmering within your eyes
 
You may be fading from forever away
Across the world, an unseen friend
Struck with a sword that just won’t bend
Distance creating a gap that cannot be stretched
 
You may be fading away for forever
Or there may still be a chance
You may be fading from forever away
Or...

Frozen. 
I stand, immovable,
for all the wrong reasons.

Try as I might, 
I write the next scene of my life,
and draw a blank.

I am frozen, 
but they aren't. 
Laughing, at me it seems. 

I am unable to stop as the words shoot from my mouth,
my only protection against them. 
Their laughs do nothing but push me further past the line from irritated to insane.

But now I stand frozen,
only aware of what will eventually happen, ...

comment est-ce que 
j'ai oublié comment écrire?
comment est-ce que 
la terre continue à tourner?
il y a seulement huit jours
depuis j'étais capable à mettre
mes sentiments sur papier. 
maintenant, j'écris en français,
pour me souvenir comment vivre.

maintenant, j'écris en ma première langue
pour me souvenir comment j'étais. 

les océans, la ciel en haut, les fleurs avec leurs belles couleurs-
ils ne me donnent pas d'inspiration.
je suis plein, seule. je ne peut pas être
sans la poésie. 

• What is your favorite piece that you have written? [Circus of Doom                                                                     

    Jeheb watched the widow from the window of his crumbling, gray clay hut. Jeheb watched Meret cross the sands, her robe and head covering browned through the sunny, heated mornings...

how…much…time…have…i...lost…and…
do…these…dots…lose…all…meaning?
can…i…ever…use…them…again?
am…i…not…disqualified?
i…disqualify…myself
 
one…thing…i…am…sure…about…is…that…there…is…space….for…another
poem…on…the…dots
letter…by…letter…i…could…write…another…story
but…is…that…one…also…true?
 
you…think…you…live…to…think…
think…to…live…
but…there…is…always…a…different…side…to…your…thoughts
so…even…though…i…have…written…this
there…was…no…guarantee…this…is…the…story…i…wanted...to…share
think…of…it…as…a…graveyard
each…word…a…marble…or…grey…stone
no…place…for…commas…
every…one…everyone…
dead…in…the…same…way
but…look…in…between…and…you…can…imagine…their…counter…parts…
their…lives…
and…give…them…a…new…place…on…a…different…paper…sheet
or…do…i…disrespect?
dots…live…on…their…own…too?
… … …
… …
do…not…skip…over…us…
they…warn
 

Maybe if you’d turn,
You would see me as I wait
In a frozen hope in a hopeless dream
Not daring to awake.
For all this trouble of my turmoiled mind,
Is due to you, my dear.
I’m lost in the hope that you will spin around
And maybe see me here.

Then maybe, possibly you’d find
Your mind wanders to thoughts of me.
And, darling, if the stars align
Then maybe we could be

    So maybe somehow we
 ...

Cry the night away,
Tears like sunken skulls
In pits of tar

Fly, you fools,
But my our wings
Are stuck in the stringy blackness

That consumes us like fruit,
From the inside out,
Expanding our bruises

Cry the night away,
Fly away,
But you can’t: you’re a failiure
At just about that too

The sky 
blows in more snow,  

a breath 
from frozen elsewhere. 

There is a storm 
raging, 

inside the silent rage
of the storm,

inside God’s eye, 
unopened. 

Is the world permanently broken?
Scarred for life,
By the life that reigns over its
blue polluted waters,
the small sky taken over by planes?

Is the Earth dying,
failing to provide
for the lonely people out on the streets, 
or the animals on the melting ice?

How can we hope for a better world?
Wish upon a star they say, 
when we can't even see the stars? 


 

 
You may be fading away for forever
All your dreams down the drain
Pain that won’t go away
A lost hope still glimmering within your eyes
 
You may be fading from forever away
Across the world, an unseen friend
Struck with a sword that just won’t bend
Distance creating a gap that cannot be stretched
 
You may be fading away for forever
Or there may still be a chance
You may be fading from forever away
Or...

Frozen. 
I stand, immovable,
for all the wrong reasons.

Try as I might, 
I write the next scene of my life,
and draw a blank.

I am frozen, 
but they aren't. 
Laughing, at me it seems. 

I am unable to stop as the words shoot from my mouth,
my only protection against them. 
Their laughs do nothing but push me further past the line from irritated to insane.

But now I stand frozen,
only aware of what will eventually happen, ...

comment est-ce que 
j'ai oublié comment écrire?
comment est-ce que 
la terre continue à tourner?
il y a seulement huit jours
depuis j'étais capable à mettre
mes sentiments sur papier. 
maintenant, j'écris en français,
pour me souvenir comment vivre.

maintenant, j'écris en ma première langue
pour me souvenir comment j'étais. 

les océans, la ciel en haut, les fleurs avec leurs belles couleurs-
ils ne me donnent pas d'inspiration.
je suis plein, seule. je ne peut pas être
sans la poésie. 

• What is your favorite piece that you have written? [Circus of Doom                                                                     

    Jeheb watched the widow from the window of his crumbling, gray clay hut. Jeheb watched Meret cross the sands, her robe and head covering browned through the sunny, heated mornings...

how…much…time…have…i...lost…and…
do…these…dots…lose…all…meaning?
can…i…ever…use…them…again?
am…i…not…disqualified?
i…disqualify…myself
 
one…thing…i…am…sure…about…is…that…there…is…space….for…another
poem…on…the…dots
letter…by…letter…i…could…write…another…story
but…is…that…one…also…true?
 
you…think…you…live…to…think…
think…to…live…
but…there…is…always…a…different…side…to…your…thoughts
so…even…though…i…have…written…this
there…was…no…guarantee…this…is…the…story…i…wanted...to…share
think…of…it…as…a…graveyard
each…word…a…marble…or…grey…stone
no…place…for…commas…
every…one…everyone…
dead…in…the…same…way
but…look…in…between…and…you…can…imagine…their…counter…parts…
their…lives…
and…give…them…a…new…place…on…a…different…paper…sheet
or…do…i…disrespect?
dots…live…on…their…own…too?
… … …
… …
do…not…skip…over…us…
they…warn
 

This is not who I came to the dance with,
This waiting for nothing,
This arm’s length life,
These meaningless words,
That press upon my skin like brands
But fade a minute later
Hot coals in the snow.

Like metal handles
Fusing with flesh interminably,
Unlocked boxes full of gold,
These thick warm jackets,
These sweet scents on the air,
This hallucination.

How do you light a candle when it’s already burnt out? 
How do you cross a bridge that collapsed? 
How do you reach for an olive branch when the tree is already destroyed? 
 
We’re lost at sea, 
Drifting farther from each other every day. 
Different paths. 
Different friends. 
Different futures. 
But still I remember when the sea was only a puddle, 
A puddle we jumped in together. 
I jump in the sea now, 
But you don’t jump in with...