Parallel Paradise

Just a few days ago I had a poem titled “Parallel Paradise” published in an online literary magazine called FishFood Magazine.  It is the first prose poem I’ve had published.

The theme of the poem is spiritual.  There’s an element of religion in the piece.  When I wrote it, I thought about dying and death and all the mystery that surrounds our existence.  Life is suffering.  Death is final.  The idea of having an infinite soul and our physical being functioning as our vessel inspired me.  I also embraced the notions that everything is connected and the universe is a perfect design we spend our lives trying to comprehend.


A soulless whisper beckons.
I burrow into darkness, burying
myself deep within you.

I’m no longer searching for
what was mine, what belongs
to me.  I seek shelter to suffocate
my nonexistence.  I am just an echo
of you desperate to quiet
the voices, extinguish the pain.

Obsidian eyes brim with
emotion.  They are volcanic
wells of despair.  Skin pulled
taut like white canvas, inked,
bleeding, scarred, and ruined.

I am a memory, an imprint
burned across the night of
your subconscious.  I close my
eyes as a specter of you
vibrates through my being.

I ache for you in dreams,
in wishes, in moments that
never were.  Tunnel through
the strata into my core, I fade
into the void as it siphons
the marrow out of me.  We are
phantasms carved out of time.

My heart reels inside its cage
as my gut wrenches below it.
Ghosts of me, of what could have
been, and what will be, linger
across the expanse of my mind.

I reach out for you, fingertips
touching glass.  I smother myself
within interstellar atoms of you
as we effervesce into oblivion.

I’m lost to desire, disintegrating
in a fantasy that will never be.

A Chronology of My Youth

“There was a star danced, and under that I was born.”

-William Shakespeare


As a baby, I climbed
out the window across the
rooftop to talk with the birds
as they chirped from the trees
letting butterflies dance about
with the changing autumn leaves.

When I was three years old,
I battled dragons in the forest
behind my house to keep them
from burning through the
vegetation that surrounded
and nourished my family.

At eight years of age, I swam
across the Caspian Sea and
let my breath bubble up in its
water alongside schools of
sturgeon after I chased ghosts
of extinct Caspian tigers.

At thirteen, I unleashed the
magic from my fingers
and lifted a collapsed skyscraper
to save the city folk trapped
beneath the concrete walls.

When I reached age fifteen,
I unearthed treasures buried
in the Reed Flute Cave past
the majestic limestone, hording the
wealth underneath my mattress.

Upon turning eighteen, I flew
into space and shifted the Earth’s
rotation around to redirect
it away from the sun saving all
life on this planet from peril.

At twenty-one, I leapt through
to another dimension, avoiding a
vortex, and found myself
suspended in another universe
preventing its collision with ours.

By the time I was twenty-four,
I ascended to another realm to rescue
the lost souls trapped in a world
of anarchy.  I released them into
the heavens, catapulting myself
to the highest plane in the cosmos.

And when I reached the ripeness
of thirty years, I settled down
with an Irishman in the Antarctic.
We lived in an igloo raising
penguins while ice fishing every day.

3 Poems Published

Earlier this year, I submitted three poems to a literary magazine called The Furious Gazelle.  They contacted me several months later to inform me that they loved all three.  The editors published these on their website yesterday.

The titles of the poems are “A Childless Dream,” “Insomnia,” and “Immortal.”  The first two poems are quite personal for me.  I used my imagination to write the third.

I have done well lately with getting my poems published.  I’m really excited and so proud of myself.  I’m thankful for so much.

My Poem Published by Yellow Chair Review

I recently had a poem titled “Legend” featured in a print publication.  The anthology was a tribute to Prince published by Yellow Chair Review.  This is my seventh poem published by a literary magazine.

While it is the second time a poem of mine has made it to print, it is the first time one of my poems has ever been printed within an actual book with an ISBN number and sold on

I’m so happy and proud of myself!