Poetry

Poetry / Prompts

The pavements are hotter in winter, the rain never wets the asphalt and I never tell you to do anything else other than “be”. 

Poetry / The colour of revolution is red

And along with our bodies, the rage keeps on, / we chafe and bleed and clot and steer; / we go mad and nude

POETRY / Love, when you’re an adrenaline junky

And in spite of knowing this/ In spite of the absurdity of it all/ You let yourself fall

Pandemic Nocturne 1: December Dirge

Ask me not of Grief. For I have been burnt by its friendly fire with blood and bits of oozing mortal flesh spun flaky and ashen by its biting cold breath.

Reader Submission / My Home

The trust you gain takes time. 

Fathers and Daughters and Unmailed Letters

Perhaps father was never taught to love.

Parting

While I fear whom you’ll become once you hear me, once you leave me.

Poetry / Black swan

from my blood fangs, disarrayed cold / looting my sore body / that has done so much for me, while I ached

Poetry / House of god

I wonder where God sits in that tower. I wonder whose cries are louder.

September 21, 2023
September 21, 2023

Prompts

The pavements are hotter in winter, the rain never wets the asphalt and I never tell you to do anything else other than “be”. 

September 16, 2023
September 16, 2023

The colour of revolution is red

And along with our bodies, the rage keeps on, / we chafe and bleed and clot and steer; / we go mad and nude

September 16, 2023
September 16, 2023

Love, when you’re an adrenaline junky

And in spite of knowing this/ In spite of the absurdity of it all/ You let yourself fall

September 2, 2023
September 2, 2023

Pandemic Nocturne 1: December Dirge

Ask me not of Grief. For I have been burnt by its friendly fire with blood and bits of oozing mortal flesh spun flaky and ashen by its biting cold breath.

August 31, 2023
August 31, 2023

Parting

While I fear whom you’ll become once you hear me, once you leave me.

August 31, 2023
August 31, 2023

Fathers and Daughters and Unmailed Letters

Perhaps father was never taught to love.

August 31, 2023
August 31, 2023

My Home

The trust you gain takes time. 

August 29, 2023
August 29, 2023

Black swan

from my blood fangs, disarrayed cold / looting my sore body / that has done so much for me, while I ached

August 27, 2023
August 27, 2023

House of god

I wonder where God sits in that tower. I wonder whose cries are louder.

August 21, 2023
August 21, 2023

Oak cognacs

From moon beamed mountains  To plains deltaic; In Diasporas–detached