Video Poetry
Dances That Don't Return, They Echo
To honour what was meant to be awakened.
Video Poetry
To honour what was meant to be awakened.
childhood wounds
A version of you curated to fill the light of others,
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A cast by the timekeeper.
Video Poetry
Fear is loud. Love arrives quietly.
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My heart was untroubled You turned it opposite of its sake Where do I start when tides turn into waves I’m scared of what’s about to come yet I’m more scared of the possibility for it to never begin I was okay then I spent the whole
Video Poetry
When the curtain had fallen and the actors were gone
contemporary poetry
Six writers. One shared threshold.
contemporary poetry
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWhat once was a radiant beauty became the colours that kept shifting from red to blue, and from blue to purple, as the smell of salt fused with fresh air carried by the rain that touched my nose. The taxi
Video Poetry
On every full moon, Under the eternal whiteness.
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A walk to remember and to release
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Woven in time, anchored in eternity.
Being weird
When somewhere public becomes somewhere quiet