Latest from the blog.
At the edge of sound
Silence is absolute— for every word spoken, every prayer fervently whispered, and every curse flung out to the Wide is met with the enormity of Silence. It says nothing, yet all sounds arise from it, and all sounds die in…Keep reading
Dreaming through my window
Draw me a picture, I say and yellow streams through the window blinds It paints a golden canvas on my wall with the tail end of your shadow swaying gently in the dipping sun. The picture softens and sharpens as…Keep reading
If words could set you free
These black lines on white are not bars, if you look long enough, they are doorways set ajar into SpaceKeep reading
The world blurs into shimmering blobs of light, they bubble around me, and one by one they go— pop pop— bursting into the cold, dark night the warmth recedes My toes and fingers are cold I am cold so coldKeep reading
It’s being shredded apart, torn through the guts, and fed to the hungry, hungry souls. No— they need not concern themselves of what they strip, uproot, and pollute for these skies, these fields will be long after the passing of these hurried…Keep reading
Something went wrong. Please refresh the page and/or try again.
Poems to your letterbox