i keep circling back to u same entries same glances same window a voyeur in the making you pull the curtains wide is that an invite you dress up ur inner world to strip it naked a ritual i return to hungry no matter what delicacy is served i’m onto ur leftovers the drafts u forego and still i ...Read more

a flashback keeps knocking my knees unsteady age five, a ride to the city outskirts nothing standing by a shop an alley too steep, a leap of trust “i will buy you candy, don’t cry puffs” nothing i’m on the terrace, railing too high to jump, fall, or slip he is mingling, the oldest golden child i...Read more

walk with me, maama there, behind their backs, you and i could be free i can bring a sky-lifting palette will you paint the walls beyond white? the bills can be mine, time all yours i may never stop your hair from greying or the affable fine lines i insist you, my sweet honey take this new road, ...Read more

i may be myopic, cloud-eyed, partially blind. i may be invisible—sight surpassing sharp eyes except a few, who bid me bet on success as if it has already knocked on their doors. they write me in braille of all the awesomeness i ooze, speak loud and soft quintessential i-love-yous. i nitpick compl...Read more

as a thousand touches linger ghostly one fidgets, forgetting each masquerading as friends, lovers, family most striking like rains of winter fall like air has worn disease still i reach, persistent an ant to sugar me to the mug pitter-pattering brewery waited upon like rains of summers out by the...Read more

o’ writer how does it feel to hear your words from lips foreign to yours, for a tongue new to the taste of you— at your parapel eerie coos— words loud and clear wafted through sealed windows, with your ear to the wall— so do you hear at all ? o’ writer in there, in...Read more

so this is how being nude before vultures feels— film dripping from wounds anew, plasma, saliva—thumps and chews; from whom to who, onto whose lips does the flesh land first, do the yelps land a few? the hungry, the emancipates— all here, all watching. for whom? on whose toppling tray? it’s always ...Read more

Soon you will turn into a memory no longer longed for. Soon your phone numbers will out-lease my mind. Soon your face will blur, flushed down the path of historic artistry. And soon, I will be freer than you once claimed you had to be. Soon these letter-snippets, these pocketed dreams, will follow ...Read more

i question limbically if all the ugly one day collaborates with unease will the world make sense then? will the see-through malmal of a sweaty labourer hide the foreseen? will we all hang like branches falling off a tree too heavy. only if i owned one more felis, a cat, most likely i bet be ridden ...Read more

Everytime that my body aches to be near yours to bathe in our naked truth beyond the veil of a jury's stage I grab that ragged old towel of mine, that soft blue towel oversized, standing under the shower just to dry and piece memories alive. Your fragrance hits the pheromonal fest. As I dab this w...Read more

The cigarette burned slower today like even it didn’t want to rush into the dark. The blue lagoon numbed my hand, but I was sweating hard. The cough grew stronger, each pull swifter, each drag strangely benevolent. The sinus filled up. What’s left to breathe but foggy twirls rising from ashes ben...Read more

O my dearest endeavour, you have finally embodied your nearer ones, I envisioned the footsteps you follow now, With the slightest misconception, to massage them past them Hideous walk-ons. Dear, O my cool eve, you have befriended all my enemies, For all I mistook to be out of generosity. The parade...Read more

We all carry sorrows mountains of snow — gliding, rifting, rising at a head well-heated, by a furnace hose. as the journey goes, we pass along not a legacy, not a truth, but a backstabbing wound to those who dare love us. rationalized in nuanced, thoughtless loops: "why would you?" "you're too good...Read more

They are siblings - tied in name, One my friend, the other, the flame. He paints his pain with trembling hand, A boy once hurt, too young to stand. The fire to avenge starts burning bright, For wrongs that happened out of sight. But my dear friend, she calls him "Dad" A man in uniform, far from bad...Read more

i love love and love seeing them sail to each other’s shores, rowing their boats. i must have been lost at bay if it weren’t for the home their love became. oh, i must say, what friends i precipitously made— one came and lifted off my weights in the easiest way, and the other falls not short of wha...Read more