Couple o' Thoughts
"I wish I was a bird, soaring through the clouds light and dark, unconstrained by the technicalities of the societal laws."
← The Reader's Room
Reader's Room
The Ink Room
for the ones who write letters they will not send
Stacked pages. Old handwriting on the inside covers of borrowed books. The particular smell of a room where language has accumulated. Poems for longing, for memory, for the unsaid.
Steel Tumblers
"Worthy only for drinking basic water, but without which may lead to struggling at the life-death brink."
She Called Me Her Own
"She isn't a city, she is a vast ocean of openness and belonging, taking us in one and all."
Wires
"Rudimentary and often neglected, yet so prime akin to unstoppable time — connects the world like experiences that connect lives."
Choices
"The beauty of choice is that it's a double-edged sword — just like water, it helps us live and also decimates us."
Knives
"Life too is an abstract invisible knife that helps when used correctly and destructs when used imprudently."