The water you touch in a river is the last of that which has passed, and the first of that which is coming. Thus it is with time present. ― Leonardo da Vinci Between the intoxicating vibrations of our thinking…
The water you touch in a river is the last of that which has passed, and the first of that which is coming. Thus it is with time present. ― Leonardo da Vinci Between the intoxicating vibrations of our thinking…
For ages, I ran from evil. Eyes averted, cheek turned, buttocks and fists clenched tight. And when it…
Here you are, the other, myself. In the terrifying rupture of seamless silk, so finely woven, it feels…
How we long to believe we’re protected. Quietly exaggerating this, and blinding that, striving to get a sense…
Stranger, can you feel me in this night of unbecoming? My stranger, myself? Strangeness, you’re an exotic perfume,…
In confusion kernelled in a mask of control, we wore this subtle flesh, that grew tired, heavy and…
In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song A song that lives in the seed…
“Fear”, you said, “is in you.” Fear like grief, like longing, Like a lust. Fear like a butterfly’s…
“Cancer, stage IV”- neck axilla chest abdomen groin Quiet as a graveyard winter, they forget to breathe;…
PURE Ice breaks the Northern winds, here, the chest of knives make the wind whistle a thin scream…