Various Written Works
Poems
Teach me stillness
oh daughter of mine
Teach me to treasure these fleeting moments, this thinning time
Rest your bones on top of me, let me whither as you grow
Take of me what you require,
For me leave this moment this pause in space and time
You killer of ego, you humbling storm
Come upon me and destroy any past, for my life began with yours
I ask of you nothing but what your nature desires
I ask for me nothing but to have feel or sight by the time my breath retires.
On a Saturday in Tashkent
On a rippling Saturday afternoon I sat in a coffee shop in Tashkent.
On this Saturday in Tashkent I could feel my soul coming back to my body with every sip of air, with every sip of hot coffee, and there were many.
I let my hair down and wild on this Saturday in Tashkent getting ready for a long journey home.
I remembered my home and where I’d come from on this Saturday in Tashkent.
I’m coming home to you my dear - on a Sunday. But time slows down and I come into my own on this lazy Saturday in Tashkent.
I saw so many books being sold down the corridor of a grand park. The opera house premiers something not of interest to me on this Saturday in Tashkent.
I walked, I ate, I drank, slowly morphing back into who I am on a Saturday in Tashkent.
In a Hotel in Bukhara.
In a hotel in Bukhara, I sat on a hot morning contemplating my existence. On a hot day in a hotel in Bukhara I was thinking of my past. In a hotel in Bukhara I doubted you. I wondered where you’ve stood and whether it’s all been a delusion. In a hotel in Bukhara I found life to be so useless and pointless. In a hotel in Bukhara I felt so idle and fickle. In a hotel in Bukhara I looked good and felt terrible. In a hotel in Bukhara I both missed you endlessly and allowed my mind to wander to other places. In a hotel in Bukhara my emotions were wild and untamable. In a hotel in Bukhara it must be the heat that’s gotten to me.
A bit about myself
When I was 19 I worked in the photo department at a Walgreens. My manager at the time told me that my whole life would be a struggle because I was both pragmatic and creative and that the two sides will always pull me apart. She was half right. I dedicate my time to play in the intricate space that allows me to satisfy both sides of my talent. So, on this site I invite you to ponder with me concepts like the romance in how things at the atomic level are organized similarly to those in the astronomical scale and how heart is the key ingredient in any business deal.