figments
Throughout times of doubt, I often think about Ishtar An ideology that had preceded Western mythologies She who was split in half to create Ares and Aphrodite She…
Plant your roses facedown in the dirt, let the stems offer only their teeth to the sun a jagged greeting, curious bait for the passerby. Let your gardens…
You are a master of low frequency hums, those vibrations that foretell fracture long before the glass shatters. I don’t need to open my eyes to know that…
I have walked inside myself and found corridors that twist without end, where echoes do not die, they multiply. The eyes I carry belong to every gaze that…
I once watched water hold the sky with such tenderness I forgot its slow bruising drifting by, the fever rising in the clouds, the small tremble of dusk. …
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