Mondays for questions
Tuesdays for miracles
Sundays for sucking into rotting fruits.
And kissing the navels of lovers
We hold this body sure and true.
Ripe as pears
Making a bargain for healing
begging Joy to come earlier than dawn.
It’s been an impossibly long year and sometimes I can’t believe it. For a year laced with tumultuous lessons and strange assignments, I have of course been sobered by ignorance and the humility that comes with starting new stuff. I have been writing...
When it was time to publish this post, I hesitated. I was not sure if I wanted to write this topic, I was worried that maybe it wasn’t the best of topics, then it dawned on me that I needed to pay more attention to my own sermon. So, here I go. Fear...
Everyday the world wakes us then we summon our waters all the dampness we can afford We give into the battles that licks into our core We look at the mirror For imperfections For dents For the echoes of yesterday For the blasting past But we can...
The defining moment in a second. the miracle in a blink of an eye. how the seasons turn in a split. how the years roll with a swing. the questions that get no answers. the puzzles that revolve with spinning time. the man at the back of the bus keeps...
To witness two lovers under the moon. whispering nothingness. curling under the wind, with racing heartbeats and sloppy kisses. to murmur under my breath the names of past lovers that faded. while closing my palms in surrender. to listen to the...
how long can a man go without breathing? In the tub, I am splashing cold water to his skin, I touch his crumpled shoulders -and I bite my lips till blood scents the water. a broken man does not cry, he bleeds. I recite. But he is inconsolable with a...
Of the indifference of cowards
Remember
Go to hell.