this field
you can have the whole of me in this field: i pressed my soul into its loins and beads of sweat still glisten on the body learning to tango in the outpour of rain. i will surrender only here so take...
View Article87. my two plus two
we change. why do we do that? tell me truthfully and without needless words. i spoke to you in a language you did not understand, in hope that your eyes would tell me what your lips couldn’t. in the...
View Article88. soon, soon
yes, you are right, i should like to hide my head in the sand and pretend all that darkness is nothing but light shining through a filter tinted the colour of night. i should pretend last night never...
View Articleheat is in me
heat is in me, humidity clawing out: torrential, silent, gushing; the promise of london rain unspoken. birds fail to chirp outside your window, heat stifles life and i take up the whole of your bed;...
View Article91. cultivating life
a vibrant note of a harpsichord flies in: a coloured bird, a richly feathered parrot. i feel alive; a spark travelling down a strip of litmus paper, exhuberantly coloured, incadescently moving. such...
View Articlesince before i loved you
since before i loved you, i dreamt of your eyes: two slices of blue gulf stripped along the horizon, glistening with a million years of rain. i wanted them before i knew you, i’m sure. only they can...
View Article98. to leave a mark somewhere
every year, a rebirth. that’s how we should be. no realism, only rose tinted glasses and steely determination: next year will be the year! and since tomorrow never comes, those will be the fireworks,...
View Article107. in the rain
sometimes i think i only live inside your blood because i haven’t learnt to live in seperation. you’ve been saving me so long, you know. and now, how do i tell you that it wasn’t worth it, my love?...
View Article108. flesh and blood
intrinsically, we are all the same: flesh and blood, bones and dust. and when we are born, the world flutters under the weight of us. we are the oxygen of life. as a woman, it is hard not to feel the...
View Articlethe scream
i shout. the pitch above human hearing: sharp piercing sound – a blade - slitting time and life and space inside me. then, lips come together, in a brusque motion. the slurmp of collision runs through...
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