LEAK
In between your precise words
and your regimented actions
you spilt me one look
that drowned it all.
In between your precise words
and your regimented actions
you spilt me one look
that drowned it all.
I crossed a birthday last month. Joy is getting harder and harder to know.
The Poetry Club tied up with the French Consulate to host a poetry workshop and Open Mic at the Theosophy Hall. They also did this last year after the COP21 conference where they asked attendant poets to write about environmental change. The piece that I wrote for that event was…
In the jungles of competitionAnd through torrents of hardshipsTiny flowers of humanity blossom somehowNo sun to bask in…they hang on solely to pinpoint stars of hope So it is in the island cityEveryday I watch it shatter in a thousand miniscule ways and return as debrisIt is called the city…
I went to a party with people who practice polyamory.
1:25 a.m. is more Saturday night than Sunday morning, no matter what the calendar says. After a day of light drizzle or no rain, the clouds let themselves go again. For a few seconds all I can hear is the rain. Not the sound the ground makes as the water…
A collection of atomscharged by electrical impulsesdriven by controlled chemicalswhich channel wave-forms intopretensions to an identityaspirations for a faithdeveloped from a limited set of reactionsto a narrow band of sound and light rangeskept in balance by equal, opposing forces– the need to fit in– the desire to stand apart At…