Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Quoted. Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

“Do you ever feel that way?"
I search for the words. "Restless. As if you haven't really met yourself yet. As is you'd passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - 'Ah! There I Am! I've been missing that piece!' But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it."
He nods, and I think he's appeasing me. I feel stupid of having said it. It's sentimental and true, and I've revealed a part of myself I shouldn't have.
"Do you know what I think?" Kartik says at last.
"Sometimes, I think you can glimpse it in another.” 
― Libba BrayThe Sweet Far Thing

Monday, February 27, 2017


"this is a dead zone. brackish and black. a hope i cling to because the darkness is deadly. but not more eventual than this ending. I've illusioned myself into this. flashing light into nothing and calling it art. you want me drunk, opened mouthed, and utterly silent. twisted around your need to feel desire. d. "

art museum 2017

Thursday, February 9, 2017


Press the seed of this story just inside my lips
I will nurture it with warm breath and a low hum
Let it dance from the tip to the cup of this tongue
Then tuck it safe inside my cheek for later
When it's time to swallow it whole

Wednesday, January 25, 2017


I don't know if I am more taken by your words, or by the space around them.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Little armoured one.


You've presented me with the Kaleidoscope, the Cactus, and the Armadillo.

A year to see things differently.
To learn the art of not overdoing it.
And to know how to protect myself.

You are beauty, balance, and boundaries.

And I'm here for 365 spins of the sun.


Little armoured one,

The beauty is inside.
Turn around and spin in the light.
You have what you need within you.
May your own brilliance refract and overflow.