contemporary poetry
In the Meantime, We’ll Always Have Florence
For the first time, I let myself sing.
contemporary poetry
Hush, little boy
A lullaby
contemporary poetry
What If It Was Always Summer?
On Waking After Winter
Video Poetry
The Path I Didn’t Take
Days stretched wide, heaviness weighed my chest down, pressed me onto my bed, forced me to dive under my duvet with the burden of an empty calendar for the day, and every other day after. On one morning, light invaded my sight, my eyelids waged a quiet war with waking
contemporary poetry
Between Day and Dusk
Where light falters and something remains
contemporary poetry
Recoiling From Scorpio’s Sting
A cast by the timekeeper.
Existential poetry
Girls, Interrupted
Two voices. Still here.
Video Poetry
The Architecture of Fear and Love
Fear is loud. Love arrives quietly.
Video Poetry
I'm Here, But This Doesn't Feel Mine
What I thought was a glimpse of light opened into the darkest corridors, and I remained a stranger, not to myself, but to the life I built since I gained consciousness. Shimmery heat waves revealed themselves with a faint echo through the air. A wind touched my skin with warmth,
Existential poetry
When The Ground Beneath Was Ripped Away
I didn’t find it a coincidence for me to be back home for the final few days of the year that ended. I cried on the first night when my father asked me how I had been. The emotions I had bottled up for the past twenty-seven years needed
contemporary poetry
Last Goodbyes
Six writers. One shared threshold.
contemporary poetry
From the Corridors of My Past
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