What Have We Become?


Have we evolved to be nasty or nice? Have we become more appreciative, or are we bundled by price? Have we dived into unplumbed sewage of truths, or are we surfing on a surface of lies? How unfathomable is our super-sized mega-dome of egos? How meek is our blush? How loud is our torts of […]

The Curse, Unimagined. (pt. 2)


As HE stepped down from the mountain., He carried with him a Gift, a stone tablet Heavy with the inscription “KNOWLEDGE” At the foot of the abundance Hoist with impatience, they waited He approached, beckoning for relief For his arms were wary stiff But even at that valley They stood on their eminence Arms bound […]

Life (pt. 2)


As beautiful as LIFE is, The vague angles that it anchors are at a constant tremble. Thus, its fragility. This is the birthplace of our ‘Vulnerable’. Andreá Fellini *2013*Copyright!

the Edge of my Desire


the Edge of my Desire.

Sentiments of a Broken Heart


He was the first love that she ever knew She still remembers holding hands on the avenue First one who ever showed her how to sext But the breakup was also through a text Now she’s moving on with a different face Every other week she’s wooed by a different date Small town, so she […]

Beautiful Lie (Pt.2)


  He hits the sofa with a sigh and a back pocket of a couple grand Can’t trust a bank, so his vault is a rubber-band He reclines, just to glimpse her in the kitchen What a view, the last thing on his mind is the chicken   The life he’s chosen has a subtle line Every other day his […]

In My Zone


Recliner, arched back, feet up Side stool, chilled liquid, no discuss Slow breeze, clear mind, best shape Relax, exhale, set straight   No words, just thoughts, pure wine Tick tock, broke clock, sure time Lean in, thin clouds, thaw mind Breathe in, breathe out, unwind   Steady boat, wind vane, nautica Heavy load, thin plains, […]

A Writer’s Writer


She’s a writer’s writer, but never is she a biter She’s a complex-thought-machine; like a cypher But her metaphors are a better decypher Don’t read too close, you might end up a disciple Her words are a slide-show in slow-motion Wrangling a blur with a perfect motion Like high-tides from the stillest oceans Evacuate, cos […]

I Lost My Best Poem


I found the words in the strangest of places Every word, every rhyme, came like a world of aces I nurtured every approach to it, like I would an approaching child I carefully planned dates, just to be in a presence so mild I savored every moment with a clutch, even your silence Even the […]