Death Bed

Deathbed can be a lonely place Even with your family around you Tearing one by one, while silent prayers Levitate through little chimneys of the heart. You feel the exasperation of knowing The last bout of gas that passes through the air sacs Might be the next or the one after When your inhale sounds…

Coconut Plucker

The moon pulled away in the twilight From the coconut trees and the church in the background And lifted to be the centerpiece of the horizon. And a few days before Christmas, you could See a lonely man, with a razor-sharp knife In his midst, climbing in frog-like leaps To the pinnacle of a coconut…