A dried well sits along a sugarcane mill, on a stretch of land encompassing three dialects. You see kids rolling tires and tubes, medieval games in ...Read more

I wanted her to know that I stop forming memories when she is beside me. Everything absolute becomes theory. All truth in the world dances to her gi...Read more

the day is folding on itself like the yolky moon spilled on my alley yesternight. Its orange fought the dark blue clouds, turning my pink hydrangeas ...Read more

people are peppered at peaks of the hill station. what of the towns at the foot of it all? there is a chance of snowing, and chinese candles are holdi...Read more

you are a brain-spun ideation a woman in her mid-twenties believing in fairies— you are. we shared a womb we shared a room we share a plate daily ...Read more

you grow on me, algae on flooded ground mushrooms on wet firewood smothering— dark clouds in my lungs a flame mirrored you grow on me, slightly canc...Read more

As the house grows emptier, I have more room to breathe—maybe more than my lungs know to deal with. Crickets and lizards step into my stoic skies. Ele...Read more

This woman bit her nails off We fondled her hair as she pared her calluses with size 15 blade hovering at forearms former intimacies Every day the f...Read more

do you take my obsession for romance i’m merely the cigarette you light with friends in the shadows of ignition a shared lighter— a breath half stolen...Read more

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...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 “...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 b...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 alr...Read more

as a thousand touches linger ghostly one fidgets, forgetting each masquerading as friends, lovers, family most striking like rains of winter fall lik...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 y...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 do...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...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 laboure...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, tha...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...Read more