Why do I become tone-deaf to my own imagination? And a lighthouse to guide their wings forward. I sit back and wonder what would work for me? Implosion, explosion, exorcism, Qi energy, herbal remedies, gospels, temples, churches, dopamine, serotonin, sunlight or moonlight It has to be somewhere...Read more

Will you come back and pick up your belongings lying breathless in your old room? Will you reclaim the home you once fled from? Will you pick up the ghost-leaf that rests on your window sill, a relic of the last autumn that passed without you? Will you come back and pick up the dreams boxed-up und...Read more

The edge of a leaf, tip of a nose, head of a pen, the weight of grief…. bring it closer and closer until it dissolves into haze. “Ignorance is bliss” they say. Feign it until it fades. Forget that it exists — the fields of agony, the intoxication of limerence, an era of distrust. The world is t...Read more

How can you say non-living things do not have life living inside of them? These things breathe, reminisce, sigh out the essence of a person they were last used by. Every remnant, every corner reeks of their earlier presence and you try to find that person in bits and pieces. The slippers they wore b...Read more

Feet to the ground, a smile in the eyes I think I dreamt when I saw you at the doorway. The soul absorbs memories, settled like dust particles I surely witnessed those particles glowing in your light. I was too much of myself for you in that moment. My head disconnected from my heart my heart asto...Read more