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There is a part of me that yearns not unhappilyfor my return to the earth.how thrilling will it be to finally feel (if only) the magnetism between my body and This body satisfied, to feel the dust in my bones and the repurposed grime of ages melding into something, else, again. I revere nothing but… Continue reading on dust →

My context for right and wrong cannot come from any other example but my own;I have learned through my environment, my peers, my mentors, and my experiences, but the personal skew of my own moral bell curve is what guides the light towards and away from my shades of grey. I am searching in the… Continue reading →

I remember in Colombo waking up the first night: It is not yet dawn, I am sweating under the creak of the ceiling fan and In this moment I am certain that You are going to die tonight. Me, thousands of miles away Decades late in grasping the enormity of [The loneliness of] Me and… Continue reading Call it anxious →

if i am stardust youare antimatterreflecting me andconsuming me all in one tasty little morsel

I have let the insects run rampant because they-unlike all my lovers and lions- they like how my tomatoes taste.  I put all my manuscripts in the dirt, under two inches of leftovers and fat lipsto ferment in  dirty dishes and store bought soil,because you told me the dirt my ground makes doesn’t yield growth;you said… Continue reading →

I’m so done feeling so powerless in something that I will always statistically and personally be a part of: nothing takes away from me my home, my community, or my rights. This means that even when I heartily and candidly disagree with, and feel open disgust with a decision that something I am a part… Continue reading →

Having found jasmine blossoms entangledin my braid,I am wont to worship the water that feeds themas intravenously as the hope infusedinto me, about matters of spring and pilgrims.Morning finds merchants weavinggarlands of gifts, toMary or the Buddha or Vishnu,all having developed a fond affection for fragrance,reverence.In the cracks of grime in the ground, In the… Continue reading After the Basilica: →

There is a film on me, mostly Just the dirt and smog clinging to the sweat on my skin; My own custom shellack to keep my sheen glossy but There is nothing to be done. Shit, maybe one more backhand swipe across brow and temple, I found another baby wipe at the bottom of the… Continue reading →

Mama Earth is a moth hoveringclose enough to ferment butfar enough to thrive.  She flutters hesitantly, anxious with desire, ocean mouth watering like me,for more, more, more.More sun rays and heat waves tokiss my temple goodbye afterthis September sunset.We were laying out late and I had reached up in the direction I had lain:my fingers fluttered… Continue reading On wings →

I am not scarred or angsty, I just seemingly think about my feelings before I divulge all of my resources into feeling those feelings. maybe that’s the normal way, and i was merely living in extremes before, i wouldn’t know. i do know that this feels good though, to have a say in what i… Continue reading →