85. cherry soda loves
there was a line in streetcar named desire that i remember. it said it’s touching to notice them making their first discovery of love! As if nobody had ever known it before. it resonates, for now the...
View Articlethis 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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