Sonnets 61 and 64

Do you think it's here? The long road into the west
   Will inevitably come into view.
     It was not as far as we supposed to the ocean.
     At night while the waves churned,
the ghost of your little white dog danced on the periphery.

Vengeance

Today, when I was returning home after a bad fight with the present boyfriend of one of my students, whom I had been stalking recently on Instagram, I could still feel the humiliation burning on my nose.

Orange Moon

Opening the pain of the ones I’ve lost to merge with the countless unknowns, the privilege of life in this infinite vastness, and still what of Gaza, Sudan, Ukraine and nobody talking of climate change in the carbon choked skies.

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