Poetry is like a magic bridge that connects heart and mind, imagination and reality, individual and collective.

July 2016


When you bend someone long enough

They break

Like flowers

Like hearts

Like I

March 2016


I keep waiting

Locked in a prison

Raped by burning waves

That cook my brain and

Separate me from myself


No way out

Nowhere to hide

Facing torture

I keep waiting

for light

for hope

for the solution


I keep waiting

But there is no way

Only darkness

Torture and I

March 2016