standing in the middle
of two mirrors talking
he realized he was invisible
AVP
standing in the middle
of two mirrors talking
he realized he was invisible
AVP
walking solo,
he cursed and rationalize barb wired barricades
constructed from a protected past so sharp,
as not to see …
he was cut enough to bleed
AVP

from an unstable heart,
the abstract art of painting with poems
was found.
avp
he found old love letters never sent,
not in a desk
but stapled to his heart.
AVP
paper kites
drenched in evening blues,
anchor their tails
on distant shores
to pull down the sun.
AVP
dr. time
they say you heal all wounds …
so when will you mend
my fractured mind
of his blue linen eyes
and scent on my shirt ?
avp
in the violet city
of glory and sorrow,
the wind speaks in feathers and bone
the inescapable truth
AVP
drowning,
its hard to come up for air
when your wings
are made of stone.
AVP
clouds gather ‘round
packaged secrets in a prayer.
pulling at the seams
& searching for signs
of temptation or salvation,
they find a heart already sinned.
AVP

having been loved
by people with broken arms,
created in him an innate way
of letting people go easily.
AVP