This Book

This book
serves as my epigraph,
a work of art
turning other people's
creative fictions
into poems that explore
life experiences.

Darkness of the Night

My life force
is a dreary November night.
The rain against the panes
my candle nearly burnt out,
the glimmer
infusing life into me.
People did not understand
I was borne into the darkness of the night.

Abstract Poem

An abstract poem.
a rejection.
I pick the most promising themes.
No ready-made novel, no dense story.
Cut off in a self-induced vacuum
I could be myself.