this morning i woke upmy consciousness fragmentedshaking away the dreamor was it a nightmareyou again, watching from afarwatching me burn in the hell of my own makingmy chest tightens i can’t breathbut i refuse your helpas my jaw cracksunder the weight of my own expectationsblinded by self-accoladeswho i amwho i should besometimes i am surprisedthat … Continue reading passion →

a raccoon knocks on my dooram i surprised?with cyan bootsand a yellow mushroom on its headdonned like a flowera frog on its shoulderthe long tongue is uncannythrusting the news at meso rudethere is a sharp painmy eye bleedsi submit to it anger impartsleaving foul footprintsmouldy feathersthe newsis salty or are those tears that i tastean … Continue reading bad news →

the walls close inminute by minuteas my hands succumb to the monotonyof daily lifescrubbing the dried oatsbrushing the crumbs offwiping the slate cleanrinsing the stained tearepeatingthe same conversationsit is called a cycle for a reasonmy friends are the pots and pansthe tea glassesthe forks and the spoonsthe wiping clothor so they thinkwe all whisper to … Continue reading monotony →

keeps falling offi tie it down the perfect knotand another, just in casebut it resiststells me it is tiredof pretendingperforming in spacesyears of hard labourmy mask calls me selfishungrateful, wanting more and moreunlimited performancesso i cajole,i need you one last timestay putour salvation is nearas i walk into hellwith no fireinstead ice everywhereslippery under my … Continue reading my mask →

5 years ago my back ached second after second 129600 seconds if suffering was time why not another child? they ask because you i loved you slowly like molasses on a cold window something was wrong everyone said so guilt and anger on a platter so i drank every morning brewing them as chai yet … Continue reading you →

of another day welcoming the night the same bed different dreams or nightmares the beginning is different (always) to the end sweeter filled with longing dreams hope time is meant to be circular but is not the first – of everything the throne you sat on too heavy to carry now the fruits are overripe … Continue reading the end (of 2023) →

it has been 24 hours, since this battle two bodies a stand-off built like walls i see the sweat dripping or is it paint the intensity now merged into one and (an)other myself in a battle with this pain a frequent visitor mostly unannounced likes to stay too long so it becomes furniture until it … Continue reading migraine →

because what else could it be we wake up every day you and i and i shake my bones out of the blanket put on my skin stuff it with flesh and visceral fat add some colour the darker, the better bitter rinsing and repeat the cycle goes first to feed you then to clothe … Continue reading mothering and performing →

‘an ontological need,’ wrote Paulo Freire as the night turns into day the first ray of light hope a name your gaze as we watch the spider build its web so intricate like the light in your eyes how deep the colour of my sea hope is looking around us in wonder and awe as … Continue reading hope →

neglected deemed ordinary unmagical yet so rich can neither be empty nor full but somewhere in-between move away from either/or towards and/with sometimes, it is dust other times, a sweet fragnanceor a vibration energy pulsating different faces yet sameness in-between spaces as your elbow touches mine on an aeroplane the feel of your shirt how … Continue reading in-between spaces →