after Praise Osawaru every night, my phone transforms into a hospitalfront desk, hosting unsolicited calls andverses bleeding affection and its iteration.a labelled acquaintance texts me“hi baby.how was your day?have you…More
my childhood friend’s mom as a land of memories when, like the wings of time, allare flying away from our hands,our memories hop and tryto catch them from departingabruptly, like…More
The Body as Metaphor for War another rape case echoes around your news feed. you scroll through the story& your fingers can almost touch blood. how much rage can the…More
So many times I have tried to kill myself. Not like I really wanted to, like people do these days, but some of the things I did almost cost me…More
Heaven Is Not For Me I do not believe in heaven because what is heavenIf I could not loveThe trees, the breeze, the mist, you?That I would no longer wake…More
Smoke in My Lungs I never knew what it was until I saw it in my father’s hand;then I was just a lad curious about the world. And the waymy…More
Lost Call We move forward in conjecturesAnd backward in previsions.The bayonets of servitudeWax stronger and impetuousAs the cistern of citizenry,Where compatriots drink from,Has been maggot infested and bacterized. The staff…More
come here, watch him bend and jump into the riverhow he breaks the surface every few seconds to laugh at mei write in the poem that i cannot swimthat i…More
Love first came to you as your father on his knees, arching his back for the gate man; his rolls of fat glistening with sweat with the gate man’s arm…More
Bitter disappointmentsKnock like long lost relativesAnd stay like hungry leechesThe girl would not cry When her plans fall apartLike a house of strawAnd refuse to stand againThe girl would not…More