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 →

one by one as the fever rises the ladder topples the fire reaches you in the ivory tower you wait the ink fresh your knowledge the pen shaped like a spear your words i am here you are there i am down you are up your eyes tease me come closer a few more steps … Continue reading burning bridges →

of this/any day talking to someone without seeing in a language different to yours an itch at the back of your throat unable to stop it clear it a nuisance these first words all fighting with each other throwing themselves at one another slamming into pushing your teeth ache the space in between swelling with … Continue reading the first phone call →

last night or was it the early hours of to-day i had a dream i was standing on a ship lost at sea wondering whether i’d jump just to see what it would feel like when i become one with the water instead, i see a plane all colourful like the drawing of my 4-year … Continue reading you – the dream →

once upon a time a token lived inside the crevices of a well-worn sofa moving from home to home sometimes finding itself in a vacuum filled with dust for years gaining dust spending some time in rubbish bins then out in the rain gaining rust oxygen reacting with iron invisible different everyone walking around it … Continue reading Token – part 1 →