Moon and Baboon
On this moon, there’s a garden where I grow seeds given to me by my fairies. These seeds are gifted by different Muses, and I tend to them with love and care needed. With time, water, and sunlight, they grow to be a new version of themselves—ripe. I hope you like them.

Ghost of a Ghost
I can still feel your hand on my throat, I can still smell your scent on my coat, How do I run from a ghost of a ghost? Where is
I can still feel your hand on my throat, I can still smell your scent on my coat, How do I run from a ghost of a ghost? Where is the exit from this twisted road? My nervous system is on high alert, I should kneel down and pray first,
Jiggle and Wiggle
Jiggle a little Wiggle a little The sky can be blue and can be purple Jiggle a little Wiggle a little Precise like an eagle and patient like a turtle
Jiggle a little Wiggle a little The sky can be blue and can be purple Jiggle a little Wiggle a little Precise like an eagle and patient like a turtle Jiggle a little Wiggle a little Full time gentle and part time trouble

At Once
She's sprinting through the meadow, Like I'm watching some sort of horse show, She's flying at the speed of light, Too fast for my human sight. She's not old and
She's sprinting through the meadow, Like I'm watching some sort of horse show, She's flying at the speed of light, Too fast for my human sight. She's not old and frail anymore, She has won her own great war, Twirling freely under the warm sun, Turning everything completely orange! The

Murderous Crow
Generations of misunderstanding, Genealogy of name calling, Someone else started the cycle, Hurt people continue to hurt people. Your anger’s stirred at my presence, How I am and what I
Generations of misunderstanding, Genealogy of name calling, Someone else started the cycle, Hurt people continue to hurt people. Your anger’s stirred at my presence, How I am and what I represent, Your resentment increases a hundred-fold, Your heart agonizes at the sight of my soul. What I say is never

Ignited
Constantly searching, Intense parameter patrolling, My mind keeps stalking itself, All the right words incorrectly spelt. My hands frantically patting down invisible walls, Climbing over isn't possible; the walls are
Constantly searching, Intense parameter patrolling, My mind keeps stalking itself, All the right words incorrectly spelt. My hands frantically patting down invisible walls, Climbing over isn't possible; the walls are too tall, My voice is audible only to my ears, My eyes can't find evidence a friend is near. Tears

Hello Stranger
Hello, stranger on my fence, The sight of you is making no sense, Perching at 8 o’clock in the morning, Is this your usual time hunting? I've heard your music
Hello, stranger on my fence, The sight of you is making no sense, Perching at 8 o’clock in the morning, Is this your usual time hunting? I've heard your music at night, never thought I would see you in broad daylight, Are you here to deliver a message, To signal

My Red (2)
I walk into my backyard to face my truth, Reluctantly embracing my melancholic mood, I will have a talk with the hummingbird feeder, The red bully who happens to be
I walk into my backyard to face my truth, Reluctantly embracing my melancholic mood, I will have a talk with the hummingbird feeder, The red bully who happens to be my honest mirror. What else does it see that I’ve failed to see? What more to explore about us being

My Red
Lying sideways with its tray empty, The hummingbird feeder is loudly mocking me! “Look at us, twinsies! You are depleted just like me!” I’m so triggered and offended! Its witty
Lying sideways with its tray empty, The hummingbird feeder is loudly mocking me! “Look at us, twinsies! You are depleted just like me!” I’m so triggered and offended! Its witty comment has some truth in it, This empty feeder is way too daring, Comparing itself to me, a human being!

Next Person
Walking down a cobblestone path, a symphony of geometry with no heart, a base sound of its foundation, for a property, but not for a person. I keep walking down
Walking down a cobblestone path, a symphony of geometry with no heart, a base sound of its foundation, for a property, but not for a person. I keep walking down farther and farther, hoping for a heart around the next corner, The path only knows how to serve its own

The Missing Piece
If I could give you all my coins, I would. But if I can’t, I have a back up plan. I can pray for you. I can pray that everything
If I could give you all my coins, I would. But if I can’t, I have a back up plan. I can pray for you. I can pray that everything that you do will be met with love— the kind of love that doesn’t need proof, the kind of love

The Hydrangeas
A sea of hydrangeas greeted me like I was a rockstar, I walked up into the house through the front door, while they lined up to the side on the
A sea of hydrangeas greeted me like I was a rockstar, I walked up into the house through the front door, while they lined up to the side on the ground floor! I was lucky they never asked for my autograph, If they did, at the time, it would have

I Want More
I want more, I want more, I want more, Whatever this is is not enough for me anymore! I want more, I want more, I want more, I want gold
I want more, I want more, I want more, Whatever this is is not enough for me anymore! I want more, I want more, I want more, I want gold climbing up my ceiling and silver dancing across my floor. Let the golden ray of the sun shine through the

To Honor Her - My Inner Child
Speaking gibberish, Pretending to say things in English, She looked at herself in the mirror, Hoping one day she might sound like a native speaker. The journey of a million
Speaking gibberish, Pretending to say things in English, She looked at herself in the mirror, Hoping one day she might sound like a native speaker. The journey of a million miles, Dreamed by my inner child, She was dancing at Mile number five, Many decades from the finish line. Today

Tempered Glass
I’ll hold your hand and your heart, Don’t worry; I’m made of tempered glass, Designed for strength and clarity, Fire and ice transformed me. I have a divine oath to
I’ll hold your hand and your heart, Don’t worry; I’m made of tempered glass, Designed for strength and clarity, Fire and ice transformed me. I have a divine oath to fulfill, Sovereign, sacred and still, I’ve been forged through pain for a reason, But I’m not above you, dear one.