prose

Justice

is complaining, complaining, complaining until our voices break. Until the mighty and bright and hopeful energy dies down, in either the pace of an eternal trickle or fiery burst. But… more

Justice

Detour

Understand (unsolicited) advice. Understand anger and other forms of violence. Understand assembling (and disassembling too). Understand attention. Understand beasts and breasts. Understand blame game. Understand blues and other colors. Understand… more

Love

Gratitude

Were you kind? Did you pay attention? Were you burning with your passions? Did you shout to the stranger when he squeezed himself in on the subway? Did you avoid… more

Manifest

In Time, Freedom

there is something, anything, which takes time. time to shout and time to shut up. time to prepare the tomatoes, wash them on the sink, slice into their skins, throw… more

In Time, Freedom

Distance

A place is like a person. A person is like a place. I have landed, and, I had this deep, deep longing to return even before landing. You unwrapped, removed,… more

Let Go

Changes

Chemistry

it must be built it must be a source of strength it must be mixed it must be quantified and not quantified it must hurt like a failure it must… more

Chemistry

Do you want to know what I’m thinking right now? I think of you everyday, as if you’re mine to think. But anyway, thoughts are unwinding in the wind, and… more

Capacities

If you can’t feel the spine and roots and calm and circle of the people who surround you, build it, become that inclusive embrace of warmth, gather up the energy and… more

Rain

Ephemeral

When you go places, do you bring and keep your many selves everywhere? Or do you peel your parts and leave pieces along the paths just like Hansel and Gretel?… more

Process

Answers

Home

When you go places, where exactly do you go? Where do you lead your soul? Or does your soul lead you? Rush to where the waves swell and crash? Or… more

Home

In the bright of the morning I ask, “Can we understand (hence love) something our minds can’t grasp?” The question evaporates and I return in the hardness of the wooden… more

Blackbird

Broken, undone, sniffed, shut down, disintegrated, shredded, brought down, shamed in the crowd, disregarded, left, centered, lied to, laid down, shifted weirdly, twisted into a guest not welcome, turned paranoid,… more

Blackbird

Little Talks

I sit. You sit beside me. You stand up, you leave. You sit. I sit beside you. I stand up, I leave. How is that possible? All we ever do… more

Little Talks

Figures of the past, forms of the future. What do you want from me? And I can’t because you’re complete, someone, complete stranger. We’re not deep, drowning in attachment which is easier.… more

2016

Metamorphosis. I forgot the words needed to be written. Was there ever a need to write them down? Poet, space-gazer, also a star-gazer, grammarist, adviser, reader, listener, total stranger, lover,… more

2016

Christmas

Tomorrow we will die and you might think it is a sad thing, but then I think it’s the most beautiful gift. We won’t waste time complaining and searching for… more

Mountain

Sometimes, I mix realities with imaginations. I don’t know where I am when I wake up. It isn’t a dream the moment I open my eyes. Or was it a… more

Mountain

Passing through

Am I fearful?No.Am I fearful?No.Am I fearful?Maybe.Am I fearful?Maybe, maybe.Am I fearful?Yes. It’s painful, it’s shattering to admit. Your roar reaches my little ears as you flow your mighty waves… more

Passing through

I sit nearby. I hear their feet rustling in the semi-darkness. And then they’re swallowed by the swift rumbling of the vehicle. I sense the entrance, the trespass of wind… more

Europe

Gravity

So let’s accept it. We will fade and belong to that yellowish background of blur. A new, tiny, delicate being will come burgeoning from the same origin as ours. There is… more

Gravity

Crave

It feels like drowning. It feels like trapping the exhales. It feels automatic and sudden. It feels like the wind on my face, invisible but powerful. It feels dreamy. It… more

Crave

Swim

She jumped from the edge of a cliff. She conquered scuba-diving and explored the underworld. Despite the brave acts, she doesn’t know how to swim. She learned once, or twice,… more

Fragments

I’m thinking that it’s that season again, when a beginning and an ending collide, when passions pile on top of each other, when they rage under the skin. I’m thinking… more