There, beyond the fountain where palm trees offer peace, without haste, we tread; it’s where we kiss and where hurdles melt piece by piece. The city breathes blue hope, clad in poised buildings, hear sky’s ash white struggles– what I wouldn’t give to see, lush leaf ferns flourish here…. Read more“Within a moment or two”
It occurs to me a decade after the aughts, how deliciously wrought autumn is with its reds and golds; how persimmons among wild fruit-trees grow with plums, with grapevines and a variety of berry-bushes– it is a riot of color, it is a cloud of melancholia… Read more“The Blower of Leaves”
There are fewer things in this world that can properly be understood, fewer still, that manage to leave their mark upon– that being said; let me begin by stating that I am but a mere woman besotted, a rosebud, delicate and dark that blossoms despite the… Read more“The Art of Seduction”
As summer slowly melts into autumn, there comes a sudden shift, the hills blush and become an interesting shade of vermillion while trees, left bare, descend willingly without a thought, here the weather is volatile, is as human psyche, covering her footprints– I speak directly to the… Read more“The wind, which was rough, tore at itself”
With pigment caked under nails, I put down the paintbrush and stand back to admire my handiwork. Cyan is the hardest one to work with, I thought, soaking until bristles become soft and pliable, then later continue to wash in hot and soapy water. Nearly a decade has passed since… Read more“A Dystopian World”
The cerise-rose sun fuels me on days when it’s difficult to get out of bed, when everything feels like, damn, is it even worth it, you see, the human psyche isn’t designed to question the cosmos, it consists of broken bits and pieces of glass that pierce when one… Read more“Pastel blue flowers in the dusk”
