the Gods are Life personifieda conceited pursuitof an objectified Earthwe called her Motherand in celebration, in worshipwe covet, devourwe mourn, cursewe plough, pick, punishwe perusefor millenniafor millenniawe called her Woman,and named her Aphroditeso she gifts Love and Lifeso she is plunged into amorphous memoryyet Women endureEarth does tooso do the shallow whims of Manand I'm … Continue reading Amorphous
what sets apart the moonthat hangs over a stream of streetlights?through my eyes, i see its cratersthrough the lens of a camerait takes the shape of childhood -like drawings of the sunthrough glass panes, vision blurred,my glasses hanging off my chest?marking an ending, a beginning. . . it's a distinct white crescentwhite like bleached coralsunder … Continue reading Bus blues
this isn't an ode to life; though it had felt that way for a time. for the many celebrations of the moon's passings day after day, the cricket's croons, mynah's songs, and the sweet morning purrs. the quiet daybreaks, headaches eased by caffeinated bevs tackling it all head-on, with prowess and perseverance. come no soul, … Continue reading Ode to Life
small yearnings accompany a curious mind in the throwaway hours of a less than ordinary life like the time I had my nose in a book in the twilight, starless and dusty, and uncomfortably warm when I learned of the perpetual hums of the river: the meaning of life then when I sung that song … Continue reading Hums/hymns
Sink your teeth in I'll rendezvous to where you ask: a hidden place, illuminated with perfect smiles like the clay vases atop the shelves mold me, smoothen out these crevaces and shape my softened shell with your callous fingers Then carry me into your roaring fires, passionate furnace. Now paint me, observe me: beautiful and … Continue reading Dreams, desires
They say that time heals wounds but not all hold the same weight as the physical. We learned instead to be indifferent if it can't be seen. How frustrating this poorly understood concept of consciousness in human beings captivated to love, and make love, while every other creature's "desperation" is for their own survival. Meanwhile, … Continue reading Time won’t heal all wounds
I want to lay naked in the Earth. Feel the earthworms explore the nature of my skin, kisses of wet grains and minerals, cold and soft soil warming my colder bones, listening to the sombre songs of the birds longing for the innate need of belonging. I want to stay in this barrow of mine, … Continue reading Grounded
In a moment of mundanity, I stretch my hand over the ocean waves washing the sand off my fingertips And the waters illuminated by the city lights and the waning moon in a starless sky whisper "come home" You are beautiful but you are not home. I never called for you. I desire earth, dirt, … Continue reading Horizons
I don't want you to see me in the sun. See the dots that speckle my legs. You told me they were so smooth when my cold feet exchanged warmth in you. I don't want you to see the lines. They run like fluid across and round my hips, like a delta at the cusp … Continue reading You don’t see me
In all its wonder, circumstantial, arbitrary significance the last full moon of the decade made its first and final debut and at the same time I found you In all my dreaming, childish fantasies it dawned on me that with the endless battle against myself I cannot take hold of a transient moment I cannot … Continue reading I cannot gaze at the full moon forever
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