People often talk about the ground slipping from under their feet, but have you ever felt it slipping right back?
There’s a fantasy, at the surface of my spine It flutters into your arms like a Gothic Romance choking on its own saliva I spill the rainbows that you planted in my bladder ~ an acid leaves my body crawling on all fours, There’s a lullaby growing in my belly & with every kiss, youContinue reading “Fantasies & Fiction”
An excerpt from a poem, a question to myself and fellow writers; Will you write yourself?
Writing for a purpose, specially one that’s for a long term, can be so difficult to provide an impetus to. I’ve been so frustrated and annoyed at myself for the past few months. I was in a similar position at the beginning of the previous year, but it was for all the different reasons. AndContinue reading “On Writing”
Harmachis The name that spells doom Men bowing their heads low To a woman’s whims Forgetting the everlasting fruit Mother Isis promises Upon the cursed tongues Her name appears in times of Despair Harmachis The name that speaks of hell And a deathless punishment From the curves of she, who Neither grieves nor loves, HarmachisContinue reading “The Doomed Hero”