how- i- live & die

a fallen atom ( calmed tones of a lullaby) seeps into the skin of my arms, it’s frozen. hear the nerves being crooked, a bellowing stoned mark. what happens when this arm dissolves? like a stubborn piece of cloth vapours of heavy eyelid swings in the sky. my mouth is hushed in pain and drama.… Continue reading how- i- live & die

a nameless flower

your skin is a lumberjack my fingers pricking the whims of your touch, a vacant room suspended on my white skin, a chair of your voice, screaming, aesthetic nerves of the saliva. i enter your body like a prayer, again and again with hand-picked chants. I spread like butter on bare body, cold sheets of… Continue reading a nameless flower

Book Review – Composition of a Woman – by Christine Ray

Originally posted on Nicole Lyons :
I was thrilled when the brilliant Christine Ray of Brave and Reckless asked me to read and review an advanced copy of her debut collection, ‘Composition of a Woman’, and let me tell you guys, you are going to want to mark your calendars for its July 31st release date!…

Book Review – Composition of a Woman – by Christine Ray

Originally posted on Nicole Lyons :
I was thrilled when the brilliant Christine Ray of Brave and Reckless asked me to read and review an advanced copy of her debut collection, ‘Composition of a Woman’, and let me tell you guys, you are going to want to mark your calendars for its July 31st release date!…

the-perceptions-of-life

the way i close my eyes is a seduction. a clementine red prayer to my body, with dark clouds. a sleepless child humming. a black spot spinning in the sky, apparitions of liquid monotony. it churns the limbs inside with a mouth of lust. there is a dark room of closed fists, fists that shimmer… Continue reading the-perceptions-of-life

this moment- and me

prismatic broken words, an uncanny stink of whiskey, i have evolved like a bee phosphorescent iron blood a cloying stink of mirror a rasp eye stinking, a yellow pain often talks to me in slumber, the stirring pain in the canopy, a blurred opaque Polaroid of nothingness( a favourite word) it takes a sharp needle… Continue reading this moment- and me

what remains- time kills

sediments of love and despair, like a dose of a morbid orchid petal, throbbing in my blue cheeks my limbs are rooms, small pavements that you rock small parts, dilating trembling stairs of life, a star inside a boxed room of loneliness revolving in the thicket sheets of air, a haze and a backache. a… Continue reading what remains- time kills

i embraced this pain

untouched by the morning kiss, a throbbing churning exists in the epicentre of tongue, a lust, a toothache starting from my red lips, a reflection of sunset charms this pain is my baby now, spring’s soft song, a hush raindrop patting my cheeks. my two red feet, conducting a juice of ache, my pain of… Continue reading i embraced this pain

the time that sticks

you began under my belly squinting skins of colour, like a lizard of disgust a mouth of powder, father of pains, pills and potions. Rub my thigh, a concave liquid secretes, you numbed my heart, the age of 5, father, the abuses, you kept slipping you numbed my lips, the outgrown teeth and hair. It… Continue reading the time that sticks

Moonlight

i hear jars of jasmine in the pale moonlight singing and swallowing the day’s lie the fallen mask of scalded hearts. the night has a belly of jam and butter smooth, a swamp of blood moons. a feverish rush of adrenaline, saying chants to hypnotize. I hit 3k Subscribers today. Thank you all for showing… Continue reading Moonlight

motions of an eye

I wake up like a morose light, struggling to die again. Like hurricane to lost voices, burning alongside with bare chest, bare hands. cease and demarcating the thousands of muted language gushing through my spines and eyes, My widowed palms are oily, lavender diffuser emptied. and i perch on the laps of a sleepless blue… Continue reading motions of an eye

a nameless land

i am a hysteria of beauty and ugliness, eloping like a gulf, a street shop of diamonds, cheap and blemished. It happens at a time, I evolve and dupe into my billowing mirage, eyes lost in a dyslexia of love, something chuckles inside my flesh of concave mouth a pink belonging to my entire body,… Continue reading a nameless land