Flirting With Winter
Fingertips ablushafter winter complimentsmy poor planning
Read MoreA mixed-race Brit writing about a mix of things.
Fingertips ablushafter winter complimentsmy poor planning
Read MoreThe old man’s carrel was carved with the finest mahogany, over the years it became varnished with Lagavulin whisky and sweat. In that tiny space, he crafted vast worlds; kings & betrayers, love & death, wonder and curiosity. Its nooks held the echoes of various late-night existential crises, angry triades of self-doubt, and the stale […]
Read MoreTo be one’s own gravedigger a tragedy never able to finish the job
Read MoreCerebral flagellations
shatter in three
first—a heart
your cry
then me
The definition of insanityis fractal Love can be a madnessbeyond bodily comprehension Love can be dangerousa serpentine embraceleaving you breathless Love can be the acnestisof a heart forever chasingthat virgin storm The definition of loveis fractal
Read MoreTo belong to the genus named Gloriosa must be a frightful thing Beckett pondered. A grandiose name that masked its malevolence. Standing in the doorway of a dusty hotel in Calcutta, a particular type of Gloriosa lay in front of him. Bishalanguli—the Flame Lily. With enough gathered it could tip the scales of life in […]
Read MoreNipped SomniloquyAn unheard conversationSleep rests in my eye Crumbs caught on the dream-catcherEarly morning prophecies
Read MoreGrief is a trickster, an emotional succubus in the guise of an elegant belle encouraging you to stay with her for a moment, to feed her your hurt. Catharsis for the soul transforms into codependency. She is the head of Algol, unable to survive without you, and so you continue to wane, living in her […]
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