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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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