Similar Miseries

We both bleed orange when the car swings down the driveway,search for bandaidsto conceal evidence,dive underneath a cozy bundle of excuses,reasons to continue to sharesimilar miseries. Siblings in distress,bonded by chaos,dread in colour. Maybe, together,we will eventually find territoryon which … Continue reading

Mr. Time’s Waltz

Before you go,
sit here.
Explain.


Is it time to go back
-again
to the awkwardness of strangerhood?
To stop missing each other
until we wish we needed ‘us’
-again?
To entertain the curves of infinity,
the one they thought reaches forward endlessly,
only for him to return to the clutches of her who wants him,
him who retreats from the embrace of nature,
only to stride back
-again?

Sit here.
Pretend.
Humour her
with the promise of now.

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No Man’s Land

It is a field of thorns,
the land of no man which lies between us:
solemn,
grieving a trust too fragile to begin with.

Must we rush across it
hand in hand?
…hoping that act would be akin
to walking over a grave
covered over with hot coals?
…surprised that faith still counts
as we knock on that grave’s door,
request answers amid a generation
submerged in loneliness?

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The Spirit and The Beloved

…more than to be happy:to be loved;across all divides,within all silence,in all invalid mistakes punctuatingthe principle of honour:to be loved to infinity;as seen by each blindspot that maylive within a wish:to belong;aside from all validation:to be loved. All Rights ReservedCopyright … Continue reading