Shell of Venus
A 5-year-old, running around Grandma’s house. // A sculpture stand on the steps, a naked…
cubinkpot
Creation of Creativity
Who is the painter of one’s life? The writer? The creator? // Do we create…
Hora Aurea
I used to love birthdays, when the water reflected the sky like a sharp cut…
jigsaw pieces
jigsaw pieces on the floor orphaned words without a home a constellation of frenzied thoughts…
Let the Bird Fly to Where Freedom Lies
“Where is my family?!” “You’ll never find them!” The woman yelled as she grabbed my…
Revival
Each night I pray that I will meet my lover once again. His name rhymes…
The Planet’s dying, btw.
It was the middle of winter. The air was humid and weighed heavily on Jaz’s…
aftermath
eyes glance scared stare i fold into you you dig your fingers into me with…
Pseudocyesis (or the haunting of something similar)
Ava wants him to go away, wants to be well and truly done with him….