What Made You
What made you yearnto feel like a leaf?Is it the lure of green?the feather-like weightlessnessor the bliss?Or is…
Poetry
my attempt at poetry
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The Burden of Art
The artist sat shirtless under the moon. He was hurt. He hated. And even though the hate knottedhis…
The Other One
You prepare an eulogyfor chairs tables and housesstones spires and sands.You personify the pastand can think past personifications.You…
In My Father’s Room There’s Little Room
You’ll find dirty boots piled in all corners.With stinking breaths, they tell talesof unusual places—stories that make hairs…
In Dreams Alone
I dream an escape from dreams:rasp of voices mergingas dirges sink stones and sand,proclaiming:the meek will not inherit…
Change is the only constant
Change is the only constant.And God, said the Angelic Doctor,is constant—unchangeable.Therefore Change is God, and God is Change.But…
gravels taste like stone
Gravels taste like stone Hot air Threading along the crooked path — my veins run deeper than sighs…
ode on a Winged Devil
Last year I had malaria symptoms on an average of once a month. This one is for the mosquitos. You suck!
chthonic patterns
Shouldn't it be said,
In the end,
that it should not be said?
Is that what it's for?
Is the importance of it
to express the uselessness of it?