These are my poetic scribbles. Perfectly evil and masterfully twisted,. Broken yet wholly in control,. Cunningly simple and horrifically gifted,. Fractured into one by the toll,. Artfully sane and forcibly crafted,. Schemes as clear as glassy coal,. Intertwined workings of his soul,. A window to our inner insanity,.

Thursday, September 04, 2008. PERJALANAN RATA KIRI RATA KANAN. Menepi sebentar, minum es bajigur atau madu cap perawan. kita masih butuh energi banyak untuk memastikan bahwa kita masih punya banyak kata-kata benci yang kita doakan tiap malam dan masih juga punya segudang kegombalan yang kita sirami ditiap bunga tidur yang menyiksa. Friday, January 18, 2008.

Sunday, April 4, 2010. And your experience is unique. And you cannot avoid the critique. Shades, hues, and gradations. Makes you who you truly are. Even if your parents were born here. Or if they come from afar. The African Diaspora is what defines you. Though many of you have no clue. Keeps others mad at you. Even if you have self-hating ways. Black at the end of the day.

In the mist of morning. Just as the sun begins to rise. Still hanging on the leaves. And flowers delicate as lace. Brown as the damp soil. Carved out of stone,. His friend flutters into the young tree. And he too settles down.

Directed Study with Emerson and Scanlon. Immature Study, an Imitative Sonnet Sequence.