Category: Urbanism


He called to a people,
who did not know
him. Today,
I have become your Father,
and you,
are my children.

In swaddling clothes
you scurried,
running, here
and there,
leaving brothers
and sisters behind,
in your daily duties,
forgetting,
the words, I put
into your heart.

Today, you
hear My voice.
I know your name,
today, rend
your ways,
seek mercy-
be merciful,
love one another
as I love you.
Turn, from
wickedness, and
I will hear
from heaven.
I have forgiven
you. I will heal
the land,
and you, will
know salvation.

Non-Fiction

Brambled branches
torn, reality
unborn, from
silver screen,
scraping vaulted
blue, wavering
waters tumble
through lucid
streets, dreams
dancing during
daylight, forsaking
ebony haunts,
lines, distant
few, pass
through, the
breaking
of
days.

V is sticking,
interrupting the
flow, as
words, letter
by loving letter
strike, the
alabaster
page, purity
wiped clean
through deft
tapping of
keys, driven
home, sinking
sultry, buried
into the
stark canvas,
molding, scrupling
a lullaby
of singing
syllables,
seeking, a lover’s
song, a wayward
cry, a
brave new
world.
Creation streaming
from finger tips,
yet,
V
is
sticking.

Critical email,
in the office, doesn’t seem
so important now.