Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on November 25, 2017 by Plathinson

One foot after the other:
a quiet saunter toward the splashing waves
where salt smells memory,
pungent to taste.

In moments when
she is too weak to fly,
beneath her sole,
the sand murmurs the sound
to the part of her thoughts
where a wing left broken.

Into her fortress,
she moves her feet fast,
making light yet loud footfalls,
teasing the ocean to come get her.

And as she rows
against the wind and tides
that force her to shore,
she is home.

© Gheeneil



Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on October 28, 2017 by Plathinson

Oh, little Allison,
I lost your photographs,
but I saw your smile
in the looking glass—
your innocence was beautiful
even if it had aged.
I had worn the shoes you wore
and though my feet grew
a little bigger each time,
they should’ve still fit.

© Gheeneil


Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on October 21, 2017 by Plathinson

You draw lines inside you—
a triangle; a square; a pentagon.
And when you feel bored
with your polygon, you spin around
an axis, keeping your possession.

© Gheeneil


Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on September 28, 2017 by Plathinson

They said
you could be
any number:

a prime, an integer,
the most famous irrational Pi,
or an imaginary—

such mystery!

at some point,
you remained concealed
after a number line
stretched farther out
to the left and right,
could a Cartesian plane
take me to where
you’d possibly be?

in Arithmetic,
a division by zero?

© Gheeneil


Posted in News with tags , , , , on June 8, 2017 by Plathinson

It is quite rare to get a piece of work accepted and, at the same time, be able to help support a noble cause. One Person’s Trash journal’s inaugural issue features literary works which theme revolves around homelessness. The print copies are now available and are distributed among members of Tacoma’s homeless community. Proceeds go to the sellers. Read full details here.

Let’s join Jacob Nau and his team realize an objective. Please grab your copies now!


Posted in News with tags , , , , on April 23, 2017 by Plathinson

I have taken down a few more poems to find them a home. It’s always a pleasure to share them with people who take interest and find beauty in what they are here for.

“The Stench,” which I wrote in 2015, will be published in print come May 2017. Other than poetry, print edition of One Person’s Trash will also feature works of fiction and non-fiction from other writers.

OPT 02

A copy of the issue OPT sent me by mail.


Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on March 22, 2017 by Plathinson

Today, it is raining.

I raise an arm, palm up:
glomp for a few drops
that carry a tune
of a long forgotten song.

Serene sound pulls up a memory
from a number of moon’s passing
I can no longer remember
it was mine.

I gaze at the sight of grey:
my eyes’ plea for SOS—
that heavy downpour after over
a decade long of summer.

And because you’re still a bit coy,
I keep you closest
where only I can hear;
Forever is fleeting,
and this moment, eternal.

© Gheeneil