This is the moment, where moments meet moments.

Category: Verse

Nom De Plume

They say you can judge a person’s personality by their handwriting. Does that mean you can communicate only what you want in order to prove your existence is worthy – I can make myself write in any sort of fashion, I can make myself alive with any sort of style. Narrate your time, make thrive your sculpted seconds. […]


Winter roots and smoke. Lingerie and herbalism. Your unkempt chest — tobacco, arugula, heat.


This is the monologue This is the analogue This is the dialogue This is the metronome. This is the moment where moments meet moments, and to survive means also to die. A deity diets and we all follow ’round and a round and around till we all become one. What a wonder, this world, where […]


Without lust, I find myself mostly without purpose– lust for knowledge lust for exploration lust for touch lust for food lust for drink though often, a lackluster view of life. Why do I torture myself with these securities, these insecurities? Is it a lacking, a lusting, a limping? Fervently I contemplate the ways to negate, […]


You sometimes like things that are obscene and sexual and megaphone their voice into your skull; the cacophony covers and lets rest your thoughts. You like this control sometimes. You choose your shoes like you choose your purpose in life; the distance touched by them is greater than or equal to your height. Eventually they […]


She waits through times dusty with habits and expectations, for a premeditated hope of flight. An escape from time’s jagged tic-toc chain. Body drifts across sand and becomes dunes; Tongue fondles ambrosias and kisses; Eyes create photographs kinetic; Lungs pulse in glass air; Ears flutter with waves, wind, wild. Heavy minds sit comfortably on the senses but unceasingly thoughts prick often; […]

The Struggle

Others’ eyes vivify a delusive life of duplicity; like a coquetry between truth and falsity.