Description: Author, Freelance Writer
Author, Freelance Writer
Siren Song of My Mother The siren song of my mother calls me; her long notes pierce the unfocused night. I am weighted, but pulled towards the sea. Slices of waves jewelled under lunar light shine, before clouds shroud her as I begin to swim. Riding the waves the music brings calm; I want to […]
Disillusionment Sutra The smallest unit of hope is fantasy— I am wishing again for peace though the razor, some minutes ago, was pulled out of my right thigh, stained. I want to believe loneliness, gutted, will reveal the primacy of devotion, that the body, in the absence of hands holds itself. But look, all this […]