1. A Love Poem by Ahab1 Candomblé2 Only a stupid poet3. . . could think a poem, capable of capturing your beauty! The honey of the...

STILLNESS Of what use is the roaming of your thoughts in a desert field. of what use is your calling and screams. the only fillet holding...

Swarming vibes of hope I seldom thread from this swelling beach of Chennai – The Marina, shore lined by families and friends, lovers and...

ABOUT THE ONE WHO ONCE HELD MY HAND..... Now that our story is heretofore done and dusted May I wangle my way into finding the courage to...

Tide ebbs, exposes the rocky shore and the stranded detritus of the voyage. The smell of the sea lingers, like the memory of an evening...

And the guilt sticks, like oily black mud on the soles of your shoes Walked through the house, ugly stains imprinted, reminders of your...

I wake and hear birds calling the day into being. It drifts like steam from my morning coffee, into my mouth. Summer is a lump in my...

Beautiful birds that brighten dull and gloomy British winters With weird and wonderful names Were those who named them drunk or starving?...

CASTAWAY skies bristle to midnight to sleep in the shadow of the barn with homesick dreams and pourquoi tales lost among the furious...

Stories I Cannot Tell Here’s the story I want to tell—each morning I got up before dawn to make the fire and cook rice, and while the...

Mature Age Student The earth is crying like it’s lost a fake Rolex it believed was real based on the glistening multitude of assurances...

Pissing in the Bushes I’ve just seen a man piss in the bushes Opposite my house. It’s the same place the school kids hide their cider. An...

I have cheated death, again and again; for punishment, I lose at love, again and again. we hike up New Hampshire’s Stinson Mountain on...

The Patron He’s sitting in the corner, side-part falling to the left, white napkin fluttering on his breast, soft pink hands armed with...

Acerbic Assertions by Arrogant Affluent Alcoholic Blustering Boris Blabbering about Bombs and Brexit: the same thing? Certainties...

This evening the sky craned itself into an immense tower of clouds. Its peak arched over my head to the horizon and still there was just...

This gift, bestowed to you in flashes of lightning upon brittle twigs. Your father’s fist in your mother’s womb, we gave you light for...

I wake up tired and sore and often soaked in sweat I don’t remember being awake or any dreams I may have had but I’m usually more tired...

I must have that kind of face: everywhere I go people always stop me for directions I tell tourists how to get to Kensington Market for...

nobody ever got slapped over my alopecia punked on april fools day caught up in the monkeyshines of my aspirational barber joelinton’s...